01.The Circus of Dreams

Cirque de Cruauté

Wide eyed and staring,
Pupils dilated like a junkie high
on Smarties;
He marvels at the sights,
Colours and lights
dancing like acrobats
across the red and yellow pattern of the tent;
hit the crowd
lighting faces only for a second or two,
Moving on
quickly as a lightning flash
or a sleazy man the morning after the night before;
He takes a seat, engulfed
by the roar of the crowd,
Holds his mother’s hand tight,
Her palms wrapping his small fists
like a Christmas present,
His gloves warm around his fingers.


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