The circus is in town, or some other title perhaps....

The man wearing nylons is drawing his pictures again.

He claims they are of me, but all I see is his heart pounding.

He’s on his knees and begging reprieve, but all he wants is more of what he claims weighs him down.  

Behind the elephant, next to the clown, in a pink tutu he threatens to burn the big top down.

From flames, to ashes, to thigh highs, don’t believe him when he cries.  

If you blink and he’s still there, maybe there’s a bit more than artificial care.   

Behind her smile

Behind her smile

She greets you as if she loves you.  She doesn’t

She smiles and you want your smile to be as brilliant as hers. It won’t be.

She listens as you go on and on about your infant, as if she cares.  She doesn’t, her children are grown.

Her mind races with all the things she’d rather do, none of them pertain you.

When you go, she will forget you, a moment of bliss will consume her, until another you comes before her, and she will reset the gears and smile and agree, all for what she needs.

Money