Stealing Circus Hours Poem by Warren Falcon

Stealing Circus Hours

Rating: 5.0


And I was desolate and sick of an old passion - Ernest Dowson

It's got to do with America,
my love of music, my grotesque loneliness... - Henry Miller



Are not all summer nights born late in America

fading when morning glories fog draped at dawn

breach fairgrounds an entire continent long?



Pine perimeters encircle veiled hermetic tents.

Suspended rides now frighten.

Briefly carnies are relieved of their ugliness.


Cotton candy gins spin dry confections to cold crystal.

Sugared metals stick/stop, their precocious tongues

tuned too early for erasure.



I, Twitter, stutteringly remember in cyber chases

late-night sittings at blue screen scrabbling after

old grievances such are lovers, cheaters, jilts, and

those rare 'got-lucky' graces, unexpected shoulders

and shudders, when I finally broke open laid waste

for future flatterers and failures of heart.



Sniffing my fingers' remnant tents I recall

sickened the candy at every fair, handfuls gorged,

glutted, belly sore and wanting more, drowned

in the push-shove of fevered bodies intent on the

fast rides where one loses stomach for the ordinary.



Dizzy, I grab my ankles, confess instead -

I've puked my guts from excess - spun sugar

failing cart wheels chasing penny mechanical

distractions ghosting up Stillborn* nights

holding their breath well past bedtime.


At a window, counting railroad cars,

a boy thief is stealing circus hours.


*Stillborn Falls is the town the poet was born in.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: alienation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Warren Falcon's poem, 'Stealing Circus Hours, ' is a captivating lamentation on the fleeting nature of happiness and the consequences of indulgence. Through rich imagery and introspective musings, the poem explores themes of longing, addiction, and the transformative power of memory. The opening lines, referencing Ernest Dowson and Henry Miller, immediately set the tone for the poem's contemplative and melancholic mood. Falcon skillfully captures the essence of fading summer nights in America, evoking a sense of nostalgia and transience. The image of morning glories fog draped at dawn paints a vivid picture of a fairground after the revelry has subsided. The poet introduces the idea of the circus as a metaphor for life's thrill and escapism. The veiled hermetic tents and suspended rides create an atmosphere of eerie stillness, temporarily relieving the carnies from the ugliness associated with their profession. This juxtaposition highlights the dual nature of pleasure and the temporary respite it offers from reality. Falcon's use of language is both sensual and haunting. The description of cotton candy gins spinning dry confections to cold crystal and the sugared metals sticking and stopping convey a sense of arrested pleasure and arrested time. The idea of tuning tongues too early for erasure adds a bittersweet sense of innocence lost. The poet then delves into personal memories, aptly referencing social media platform Twitter as a means of capturing fragmented recollections. The narrative takes the reader on a journey through late-night musings, failed relationships, and the search for validation. The vivid image of sickened candy gorged in excess serves as a metaphor for the consequences of overindulgence and the emptiness it ultimately brings. As the poem progresses, it adopts a confessional tone, with the narrator admitting to the physical repercussions of their excess and the metaphorical spinning of their world. Falcon's use of language is visceral, bringing to life the sensations of nausea and disorientation. The imagery of penny mechanical distractions ghosting up stillborn nights adds a sense of futility and emptiness to the narrative. The poem concludes with a poignant and affecting image of a boy thief stealing circus hours by counting railroad cars. This final stanza serves as a reminder of the fleeting nature of happiness and the importance of cherishing moments of joy before they pass. Overall, Warren Falcon's 'Stealing Circus Hours' is a profoundly introspective and evocative poem that explores themes of longing, addiction, and the fragility of happiness. Through its poignant imagery and introspective musings, the poem offers a unique perspective on the human experience.
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