I was working on this and now it is done. The title has changed – enjoy. I am going to upload the sound cloud soon if you’d like to hear the “scratch/memorization” track .
There’s a locomotive in my chest
barreling down the tracks,
tap at keys quicker than a few
things in the west
and the typewriter trapped between
my ears, sings these things, here.
I don’t mind.
I’ve… grown quite used to growing through
things don’t always come out right on the
That doesn’t always make things difficult.
In this circus
who’s for the clowns?
paid for the show, and the rest of us
will clean up when everyone leaves.
You see ~
This steel stuck, tons worth, of a track riding beast,
gone one way crazy, train, in my chest
doesn’t necessarily have a destination.
one, direction -
And often the interim finds me tapping
at the keys ~
finding… New reasons
to breathe and bear the weight of whatever
the world wants me to juggle, because
we all came here for a show. Some of us paid, many will
clean up when it’s over; sometimes, we find ourselves
as part of the act.
A dramatization not to be played up,
bearing down on the two-sided nature
of each and every encounter -
are we the lion or the tamer,
the bear or the bike -
sturdy or topsy-turvy,
under this big top we call Life…
Let me find you in the ring,
fire and hoops,
megaphone and suit and we are all
ready for what you have to say.
We are all here for a show ~
All paid a little bit to be here, yes, some
more than others, nothing spent on anything
less than this experience. When this is all over
we take with us what we brought and clean up
after the calamity that found us
Welcome, may we please have your