Wednesday, 1 May 2013

yeah so I wrote another fucking poem



Gliding high above the sweaty crowd
The stink of popcorn and children’s breath
Cloying grip of sugar candy palms
You dance with gravity
You’re a glittering shard of fantasy
But when you return to your own world
You’re only either dead or alive
I feel like you, I really do
I feel like a virtuoso of vertigo
Graceful, godlike when I defy gravity
To make them squeal and clap
But less than human
When I come down from this spotlit
Pivot of air and momentum

They'll pick up their lives outside the bigtop
And we’ll shed ours backstage
With our makeup and our tights

We'll lie twitching on boards,
Pinned in place
Until we laugh and play with death again
Just to be seen

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