Sunday, July 10, 2016

TRAPEZE






Above it all



Chalk, grip, fling



Gaily he swings



But failing to grasp



A tampered trapeze...



The untimely release







Forgetting the netting



Faith unforgiving



Inviting the vetting



Sloppier sleeves



Tattered dressings



Billow down







While below,



stands Blinky,



Helplessly.




The frown



Painted on,



but real terror



in his eyes



and while panic erupts,



curtains are drawn



on the crumpled,



...and the clown







No, Blinky’s not crying



Just shedding a tear



An artist lies dying,



and for Blinky,

                     
                …too near.



















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