there are truths in the stars
i cannot tell him with words
circumstance a circus
why i become sick
when i travel away
why my eyes are amber secrets
he will learn
we exist in a theatre of fleeting hearts
lost moments wind swept
as sure as
this poem will drown in a pool of tears
a stone sunk to the bottom
of a forgotten day
3 replies on “circumstance a circus”
Holy wompin wombats… that was awesome. Circumstance a circus… just perfect.
Trent, I’m the fire eater and the illusionist. Thanks, mang.
Look I’m happily married and all but Alicia – you are a total goddess. If anyone says otherwise, tell them a furry Canadian will get upset.