Thursday, January 14, 2010

Signs of Life, W 14th and 6th Ave

No Brother,
the older Black man

said
as the ringmaster's smile
melted

from his marquee face.

Why don't you keep it
this time,

keep it and spend it on you.

Think of me
when you do it,

but this one time,
take care of yourself.

His cheek muscles bellowing

SEND IN THE CLOWNS! as

his eyes crumpled
at the sight of me
flailing at

the trapeze
in
ring
three.

drops on my face

desperately try to pile back
into clowncar ducts,

but gravity is against them

I'm sorry, my voice falters,

but he's already selling tickets
to the next show.

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