New Orleans Circus Romance
There’s a special place for you here,
with the one eyed men, the angry drunk clowns,
the gypsies and their folk songs, where people fall in love,
like a sword swallower musician and a classic beauty young lady,
the back alley deals of their devious behavior,
the smile, not sure if it’s evil or really that happy..
the music begins to play, accordion in the distance
almost stirring up spirits,
voodoo magik being stirred up, like a martini
fast, faster, taking you up
to the swamp of Bourbon Street.
Where all the nosy guests who’ve done wrong are sent to exile. With hurricanes in their hands,
as the wind howls,
as the banjos of the bayou play,
hearing old men tell their stories, their superstitions,
and lessons of old, of a different time, a different place.
The circus welcomes you!
Come see the wonderment!
The Ringleader will lead you to each illusion and to the amazing sideshow attractions,
Among all this oddity,
there is oohing and aahhhing, a few gasps here and there
with the exception of anyone noticing of a young girl’s last breath
who knew young love and wanderlust could lead to this?
An old pasttime is now a place for murder?
She was either succumbed to the traveling troupe or the mystery of the voodoo spells?
The crystal ball isn’t of any aid.
The little people, the Siamese twins, the bearded lady are all living as normal.
The tent rolls up, trucks loaded, it leaves to the next town,
unknowing of the young death…
Click. Tweet. Refresh.
Always plugged in, online, connected.
Looking at a screen. Constantly!
What happened to handwritten letters?
What happened to using our phones— AS PHONES?
When the world wasn’t abbreviated?
Where clicking refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
Buttons clicking, mouses dragging. Right click. Double click.
Online now. MySpace photos.
Fit a thought in less than 140 characters.
Tweet. Tweet. Tweet.
Change profile picture.
Will that express who I am to the world wide web?
How am I feeling?
None of your goddamn business.
Tag friend. Instead of actually seeing them.
When did clicking a thumbs up mean support?
500 friends and only 5 you can count on.
When being off the grid is a craving
I can’t deny,
When we rely
On these devices for basic function.
No matter where I go
You can see me smiling
It’s the people in my life
That keep me driving.
My motivation is something
That only belongs to me.
the kind of design
inside of a mind
full up to the brim
with echos of old
and dreams yet to spin
but each night is cold
despite all the sugar
she adds on her own.
Seek to Survive
of hideous hearts
is all I hear
repeating in my ears
and the gloom has closed
around my smoky room.
No amount of cigarettes
will slow my pulse,
at my very self
has infected me.
I’m one of them,
not dead and not alive;
a zombie and now
I just seek to survive.