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Big Top Circus

by @-richard-j-treitner

we will pay for everything in the future we will pray for nothing      I had dreamt a silver, shining  dream once, but now that dream is a mocking commercial broadcast from dingy screens beneath ozone depleting lies      we will pay for living our lies      we will pay increasingly growing prices for increasingly decreasing substance      I had dreamt a green leaf, blue sky lie once, but now that dream is just chemicals in the water      now trees are just a dream now deer, now birds now fish, and now now there are no more words no sounds of life, no thoughts no lips to tremble and nothing new for "God's" blundering sons, nor for Her daughters      now there are no forests, now no cities      now there are no oceans, no airports no drive-throughs, no "losers" to date no lovers, , no families no malls, bridges, or buildings      now there are no could-bes no factories, or flowers      now there are no smiles, or tears      now there are no old folks, or youngsters      now there are no cars, no buses no night clubs, parties, nor restaurants classes, passes, nor tickets no pillows, no blankets no warm beds for sleep      now there is no now whatsoever nor is there a future because all that remains is a past that has passed and some once weres that cannot be remembered      yes we will pay for everything in the future and then we will pray for nothing
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51 / Two-Spirit
For You?
Written by
-richard-j-treitner
51 / Two-Spirit
Published
Feb 7, 2017
Time
3m
Notes

Previously published in the Long Shot Art & Literary Magazine, Vol. 27, the Beat Bush issue, 2004

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#circus#big#long#shot#top#magazine#pay#apocalyptic
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