Piste Cirque du Lombres

Standard

 

The Juggler:

Face streaked

and wet

with sweat,

half stale,

hung-over,

confined and

clammy,

not such a

big top.

No hot shot,

he slips and

drops balls

and stops,

starts up,

confused,

bemused

and shocked

that spectacle

and pzazz

has faded fast

to this:

a slow hand clap.

 

The clown:

Your posters promise

Coco, not this

fucking clown.

all new drink

fresh on foul breath,

with eyes that rape

and fat thighs

thrusting crotch

to cast his net.

Cold exhibitionist.

See him spit

and bite,

crack his whip.

Watch how

he plays the

crowd;

his game to

touch tits,

squeeze ass,

take aim and

smile slyly

at their shame.

 

L’Enfant:

C’est un

monde d’hommes.

Où sont

les femmes?

Perdues.

 

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