Circus

I spent,

A sick amount of years in a circus tent

Prancing and dancing with the wise old elephants

Searing sleep, digging in deep

Jabbing elbows and slapping the past back, the future

Forward and beyond inception, swimming underneath reason

Maneuvering above the menace of love

Then I met this magician…he had such exquisite glass hands

Mocking lingering fingers and a silvery lover’s tongue

All of which he used, and oh I abused the very sense of contentment

Driving the bliss further than it ever ought to be

I was a glutton and gorged myself on the slip and slide

Of the way that he talked- like Absinthe, a spoonful of elegance

It was I who killed the very way that he walked

Whipped him to a stumble, horrified him to a crawl

Set the tigers loose in the lilt of his tilted mind

Now he’s a Human Candle, eating fire and spitting it out

Raping my mentality with bonfires of livid desire

He once asked for another tango across the trapeze, and I declined

Then I begged, but now sometimes he says

That perhaps, you know, perhaps

He never should have taken me back

And as I dance alone, and as I bathe with the fleas…

I really can’t blame him for that

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Well, you can still write like a mothafuckin boss. Good work, at least you have that and your lads.

[Phalen Schuyler]

You know that's an old write.

[John Stussy]

Still well written.

[Phalen Schuyler]

Thanks. But I don't know what possessed you to break the silence.

[John Stussy]

Just came to read on a whim, and commented for the same reason. If you'd prefer I can go again. Sorry.

[Phalen Schuyler]

That's your call.