twelve and raw i was
when vaudeville came to town
over the grasslands lay the trapeze,
the fire-monger, the carnival clause,
the whir of metal.
it was the twilight of the Earth
and its men chortling
in single splendid dome
of temporal gleam;
yet now,
banderitas and the lowly
signs gone, wavering are their
beacons — rivers amply dead,
and no summer fruition —
this town's lack of circus
brings night farther to day.
the river makes bride, the muck
of clay. street vendors pulse with
different tongues. spit and spatter
spar cleverly downhill
and still no dancing of olden days.
nights i lay, hearing the steady phoenix
of imagination. was it this town's proud
call? the festive moving?
sun meets moon and underneath,
the roulette spins in my mind like
an elusive daydream
mounting the carousel and steely
tetanus beams,
beating around an empty home.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
twelve and raw i was
when vaudeville came to town
over the grasslands lay the trapeze,
the fire-monger, the carnival clause,
the whir of metal.
it was the twilight of the Earth
and its men chortling
in single splendid dome
of temporal gleam;
yet now,
banderitas and the lowly
signs gone, wavering are their
beacons — rivers amply dead,
and no summer fruition —
this town's lack of circus
brings night farther to day.
the river makes bride, the muck
of clay. street vendors pulse with
different tongues. spit and spatter
spar cleverly downhill
and still no dancing of olden days.
nights i lay, hearing the steady phoenix
of imagination. was it this town's proud
call? the festive moving?
sun meets moon and underneath,
the roulette spins in my mind like
an elusive daydream
mounting the carousel and steely
tetanus beams,
beating around an empty home.
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