Word of the Day Challenge #57-Untitled Poem

Drawn ahead
brightly colored lights
calliope music loud in the night
fatigued feet plod
one in front of the other
as I hope for sustenance….. 
a place to rest for awhile.
Bursting into view
a gaudy whore
dressed for the evening
showing her wares for all to delight.
Freak Shows.
Big Top.
Lions.
Tigers.
And Bears.
Rides with screaming patrons
games rigged for all to loose
beneath it all
a sultry rhythm calls.
Enticed
hunger rising through me
blood pulses in my ears
I lust
following the song
knowing
I am where I am to be 
at this time.
Sandalwood scented smoke
satin raised tent
room for one
I look around
for the ballad has come to an end.
Senses clearing
eyes wide open
I come awake
unsure how I arrived here
why I had come here
wanting only to hear that melody once more.
Snagged by a song
plunged into chaotic circles
now a sullied chick-a-de
loving my bizarre life
you must come and see.
©Sept. 2/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #52-Untitled Poem

Come one come all
we have no age restrictions
there are rides here for everyone.
Games to delight the young ones
Tunnel of Love
for all the wicked ones.
Blood red heart
valentine cartoon shape
pierced through with barbed arrow
can you see
the blood oozing from the hole
rather graphic is it not?
Canvas creaks
ropes strain
wind creeps up whistling
clown faces loll
dressed in frowns
back away
turn and run.
Skip through the darkness
heart raging in your chest
panic rising
squeals caught in your throat
do not look back for you shall see
there is no escape
they are gaining on you.
Welcome new comer 
join our dance
the Circus of Horrors 
crowds into your thoughts.
Raging fear
eyes rolling back
thunder cracks
lightening rolls against darkened skies
torrential downpour
peppers your skin
hail the size of golf balls
next you know
the grass arises.
Awaken silver collar around
weak
salivating
smell dark blood
old blood around
canine teeth
deep growl
part of the Circus you have become.
©August 27/19
Picture via Pinterst

The Circus Comes To Town

Come my darling
follow me
down the cluttered path.
Ignore the memories
they pile up
if I do not take care
if I do not brush them aside.
Tantalized are you?
Wonder all around
you would like a closer look
but out come the clowns.
Prancing
sashaying
handing out dreams
handing out hopes
like candy
that the faithful consume.
Magician flare
that I have
I keep it all hidden under my hat.
Come my darling
follow me
do not look there
nothing to see.
Sorry my darling
you proved untrue
now
unfortunately I must hurt you.
Cuffs of velvet 
hands and feet
tether your body
to the iron wheel.
Curse me
scream at me
hurts me not.
See my darling
I have walked this path before.
Blonde curls
blue hair clip
sweet little girl
everything is amiss.
No home for you
no I am sure
out into the cesspool for you.
©May 22/19
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Rabbit’s Hole

I fell down a rabbit’s hole
to a land
of mimes
mimicry
fancy mirrors
and plenty of regrets.
Plethoras
multitudes
legions
wasted on the sidelines
watching deranged
demented
delirious
clowns on unicycles
desperate
for appreciation
adoration
admiration.
wrestled with bears.
Immature girls
walking on broken glass
along a tight rope.
I slowed to watch
like an accident
mine eyes
could not leave the sight.
Grimacing
cloying stench penetrating
I backed away
turning to run.
Caricature of the Devil
Lucifer himself
pitchfork in hand
ready to prod me back
stood ‘afore me.
I looked at him
with a wink
an impudent smile
walked forward
poof
the illusion disappeared.
Before me
a land racked
wrecked
grey
bleak
dying.
Why am I here?
What am I to do?
And where is the rabbit hole
home again?
January 7/19

Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash