Circus

Outgrown the big top

But still shadowed by a doubt

Acrobats deceive, deceive me

No safety net to help you out

Selfconscious discipline

Unconscious disciple in bewildered religion

All the things you've said and done

Hope the art remains unharmed

Drifting away your child your lover

The thing you loved has poisoned you

Bitter talk that reeks of almond

Do pictures in a gallery scorn the painter?

Does a book destroy the writer?

In a field of inspiration

I see clowns approaching me

I look the other way to find a smile to cling to

Trying to justify, simplify and rectify the end

What ambitious man would sit back and onlook

While his dream goes sailing by

In the icy cold night he'll cry

With the kids tucked up and slippers dry

I remember that circus so well