poetry, Uncategorized

reviewing a circus

the doughnuts tasted

and when i asked the

he just grunted

piebald velvet curtains

hang like a narcissist’s lower

and I found my

they still have a live

but the sound is

stalking the

and the smell crawls after

too much make up to trust on a

teeth trying to flee his

like a prison break

but you’ve paid for a

and now you sit and

gritting your teeth

appalled at how low your

were when you were a

and when you

you fight the urge to slap the pamphlet from their

but you smile and say no

i won’t be back again.

 

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