The Flying Circus
Spark forgotten birthday candles
Brittle kindling of bike less handles
Kiss less shins that need a splint
Graduation's a lonely stint
Cover up, cover up, skin is showing
Guilt you’re here, big and glowing
Heartfelt softness never seen
All adults are really mean
Solo outings, deplete dimension
Counselors pondering intervention
Cover up, cover up, skin is showing
Swallow shame, and keep on going
The silver cup it left you dry
Needs long owed they make you cry
Fantasies turned abysmal tears
Deep deep down are only fears
Cover up, cover up, skin is showing
Hopeless now is done bestowing
A steely decade begets rejection
Unchanged bandages near infection
Breeze, her walk it sears your cheek
I need you-repel you. I am freak!
Cover up, cover up, skin is showing
Idle now and long stopped growing
Sleeping to the evening news
Existing far beyond the blues
And then awake a puppy nuzzle
In it’s sacredness a puzzle
Cover up, cover up, skin is showing
And just like that
you are unknowing
Copyright © Timothy Barry | Year Posted 2016
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