Thursday, January 31, 2013

Teacher Told Me

Teacher told me
I would love the circus
but it was stale sweat and sewer
Bejeweled elephants
in somber procession
carried bikinied beauties
on their backs
feathered costumes tickled
without relief for sad eyes
No giddy gulps of excitement
for trapeze artists flying overhead
Clowns with sinister smiles
tumbled, bumbled
without laughter’s reward
Only the jugglers
extracted my pity
eyes on each
ball tossed into the air
stealing glances
hoping another would drop
their spheres first
No one was brave enough
not even the strong man
to step out of the ring
and ride an elephant
into the stars

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