I can’t believe
how things have changed
yet so much has remained
exactly the same
It’s been four years but...
I look at the headlines
and wonder if we’ve fallen
through a time warp
or a hole in the floor
or been smacked on the head
by a one way door
What the hell happened to
the last four years
or four decades for that matter
progress has been
stripped away
in a matter of days
to make a new way
for us to pay
crack out the bullwhips
and light up the crosses
round them up
put them in chains
and send them off
on airplanes
and forget they
ever had names
A funny thing happened under the big top
Heard a great ruckus and decided to stop
Stuck in my head and a commotion rages
I saw animals free and people in cages
The hippos were on the flying trapeze
And the mini circus had lost all of its fleas
The monkeys are playing the part of the clowns
Throwing pies and chasing the children around
The gorilla is the hairy lady and the strong man
He is also the knife thrower and the juggler just because he can
Over there I hear the goats who are bleating
For they are swallowing swords and fire eating
You may think this is a joke
I see the giraffe way up on the tightrope
Another thing that is out of the norm
Is the zebra up on the high diving platform
The bears are on horses doing the trick riding
I see lions with bullwhips and the ringmaster is hiding
And just when I think I have seen it all
The elephant is now the human cannonball
You may think this leaves us sad
Or perhaps it makes people mad
It's the end of the circus you may fear
But for me I cant wait for the show next year
She longed for endless night.
Darkness that would stay.
Where one could kill unnoticed,
and the freaks come out to play.
She loved the seedy nightlife,
trash, killers and whores.
But she much preferred the sinful things,
done often behind closed doors.
Bullwhips, crops and lollipops,
the sweetest things of all.
The loving pain would last all night,
if only the sun would fall.
But for now it must stay bright,
while I breathe the city smog.
That is until the moon comes out,
when I find my boots and flog...
Let us watch the rain fall and crack the concrete under its weight
The weight
The weight
The weight of hydrogen seems insignificant.
Atomic weight.
Jesus?
Jesus?
Jesus? Are you going to be my friend after all this?
Flogged with bullwhips and scissors
I am the suffering.
Find your leaves and twigs and saplings
Under fallen pillars of Old Rome.
Let us watch the sun fall and destroy the horizon with its rays
The rays
The rays
The rays of the sun are so warm on our cold-blooded skin.
Ultra-violet rays.
And the field is born again with superflowers
Crucified on Pagan tongues.
Horse flies and buzzards kill their thirst
In puddles of stagnant blood.
Lovers
Lovers
Lovers seek nothing in this new world but fertility and vittles.
Tasty vittles.
Trees are grown down
Gravity defiant.
Drown over oxygen.
Murder over life.
Copyright 2009 (Calin Foster)
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