You told me that your eyes were yellow,
But, now, I see, they’re black.

You told me that you’d soon return,
But, you never did come back.

I carried with me for way too long,
Your basket of connecting rings,
Your deck of suits, and phony fruits,
And all of your performing things.

Starry-eyed in admiration,
Breath held tight for more,
Then, someone pulled your curtain down,
And revealed your quick trap door.

*06.2011