Sircuss Lite [poem]

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sircuss_lite

there’s a big difference
between
you
and
me:
If I want and know
something’s
going to be
good and right
and not a trace of
could
or should
or maybe
might
and all that possibility shite
I go for it in verve
with every ionisedly cellular thrust
that I can muster
(eat your heart out jet-lab-rocket)
jet lag air pockets
take no (space up in my home) prisoners…
…freely roam
(or so they think)
I kill all repeat offenders
dead

and so
I say
with my mouth
containing flickers of a smile
fuck out right now
today
don’t waste my time
with
all your bogus rhyme
and
let’s pretend
we’re on the same
w
.a
v
.e
l
.e
n
.g
t
.h
coz
we’re not

u shud b
inn thuh sircuss
(lite)
wyth jipsee charmes
or reeding parms
coz
wen ai sore
yore wurds
disintigreat
b4
mai fayss
ivapourait
inn mynuss
somes uv grayss
ai nu yore
newditty
wuz knot
4 riul
yore
uh
fayk
uh
snayk
inn
tawl graas
priining
hur
cellf(one)
wyth maiziz
an crayzee fantums
mayd 4 foolz
uh mayd
4 foolz
to forn ovuh
pawn 4
warnout
wannabes

Oh, is this the sun I see?
please cleanse me
with your healing light
I gave up on the flight
to skies Elysian
a risible decry
for a comedian
who sports a clown’s face
on his coat
while haemic fluids
drain out from
his (once was siren) throat
it once was
when his words flew
straightly without fuel
or prethought
long before
the
d
.o
..w
…n
….f
…..a
……l
…….l
of
his
gleam

.
.
© Alan Morrison, 2014

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