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
Picture via Pinterest

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