05-16-2021, 12:21 AM
is on Everybody’s back,
an idiot rain of random claws
with an inconsequential stare,
a wind of hunchback fictions
it twists our skeleton like handlebars,
shrieks to its gods
when we follow the heart’s track,
knocks our brains against eyes of flint.
We pray to a liar’s moon
to pour down its dancing bullets
on Everybody's backwards crucifixion
until Monkey makes another leap.
And so the Circus goes on,
on a flat earth beneath a tent of stars
no trapeze, no clowns, no elephants,
just a Ringmaster
with a curious ape-like gait.
an idiot rain of random claws
with an inconsequential stare,
a wind of hunchback fictions
it twists our skeleton like handlebars,
shrieks to its gods
when we follow the heart’s track,
knocks our brains against eyes of flint.
We pray to a liar’s moon
to pour down its dancing bullets
on Everybody's backwards crucifixion
until Monkey makes another leap.
And so the Circus goes on,
on a flat earth beneath a tent of stars
no trapeze, no clowns, no elephants,
just a Ringmaster
with a curious ape-like gait.