She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.
I fumbled with my wooden
Clown stilts, wanting more.
I wasn't wearing my face paint, and
She wasn't wearing a bra.
We were finally eye to eye under
The Big Top sobbing each other.
She asked why I didn't love her.
I told her it was complicated.
The lions were snoring as they
Slept in their cages.
Roadies smoked cigarettes, and
Scratched the dirt with sticks.
She stood up on the top rung of the
Ladder wanting to fly.
I made awkward attempts to get
Closer to her sorrow.
The crowd became agitated,
And some even threw fruit.
It just wasn't going to work out.
Too many holes in this ground.
made awkward attempts to get Closer to her sorrow...............i came close to laughing at these lines the SECOND time i read them. i didn't have time to consider laughing the first time around, as the story was so captivating. no lie! i wonder what line Mandolyn thought was missing. hmmm? i agree that the ending is likeable. : 0 i am resisting, but failing to resist the temptation to add this one as well to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing. :) bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is real life poetry with a sprinkling of cynicism. I LOVE IT TOO MUCH! Keep them coming Frankie.