:: Clowns and Cotton Candy::
I was given tickets to the circus about 20 years ago
Went a few times not by choice
I didn’t like the show
Never wanted to go back
Woke up today staring at the clowns
Sitting by center ring
In a metal chair by a metal pole
A wicked storm is coming this way
I’m a target for getting fried
But as my friend J.D. says
I’m immortal
No lightning will get the best of me
Looking at the clowns
Garish primary colored faces
Better watch it cuz it’s raining
That face paint won’t stay on long
They should have invested in a mask
Amateurs
So funny I laugh
Mind slip for a minute
Guess I became ringmaster
While I was laughing at the clowns
The weather is getting pushy
I need to go now
I got Clyde’s cotton candy
He has a sweet tooth
Looking for the exit out of center ring
No break in this circle
So I’m stuck here in this wicked storm
With pink cotton candy
Ring master of a circus
I never wanted to attend
At least the clowns escaped.
BJH 05-23-2011
Dreamscape Poetry 
You asked what Tom Paine meant by that quote I cited a few days ago. I can’t help but feel that it is, as always, applicable to the cloudy days. Your sarcasm regarding your own mastery of the domain is fucking brilliant. Transferring the ownership of blame or credit over the situation is subtly powerful psychological method of reinventing yourself. Also – loved that you keep your symbolism very consistent in this poem. Makes it a tight poem, subject matter aside. Less aggression here than intense longing. Fits perfectly into the poem structure.
Anyhow great poem; sorry for the circumstances of the poems genesis. You put the reader into your perspective, and that is an accomplishment in itself. I love your poetry & the way you use your voice. Keep it up darlin’; your writing is addictive.
crb.
From you this is an awesome compliment as I know you are not one to blow sunshine to make people feel good. Hey I learned a lot these past 5 days you and your damn analysis of everything. You shoulda been a shrink. But you have to face yourself sometimes even if you don’t want to. Thanx darling dear