Because I was super busy this morning and couldn't write anything so I'm sorry.
And happy birthday Jon Lasseter! Yay Pixar! Pixar Forever! (I think 'Pixar' would make a great battle cry. I mean, it's got that special something that makes it easy to yell at the top of your lungs, and it's even intimidating because it ends on 'arrrrr!!' and if someone is running toward you with pointy weapons while shouting something you can't quite hear but ends in 'aaarrrrr!!!' you're going to be pretty freaked. Just saying. Oh, right, back to poem)
Big Top
Formed in a freefall moment of inattention
The wire-walker desired a change to occur
Spontaneously
Heart-spiked in dramatic tension
Like he used to feel under his toes,
A flexing farce for children
Who cannot know how safe
This is
This act of all pretend to gasp
While the wire-walker
Transporting immortality to earth
Cannot keep a quotient for himself
How fair how fair how fair fair fair
The fairy tales that no one wrote but should have read to us
Explaining why a high dive is inappropriate behavior in the circus.
The wire-walker desired a change to occur
Spontaneously
Heart-spiked in dramatic tension
Like he used to feel under his toes,
A flexing farce for children
Who cannot know how safe
This is
This act of all pretend to gasp
While the wire-walker
Transporting immortality to earth
Cannot keep a quotient for himself
How fair how fair how fair fair fair
The fairy tales that no one wrote but should have read to us
Explaining why a high dive is inappropriate behavior in the circus.
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