“The Ring Masters”

“Many coming to the circus to see the amazement of their

fantastic fantasies.

Others may come and go, to open

the show.

Getting a laugh or two.

A Sunday way, to spend an afternoon.

Five or six thousand, to fill the tent with a musical mix.

A foot tapping, floor stomping, elephant trotting

to the rapping rhythm.

Dancing bear was there with Captain Kangaroo,

munching on the air.

Canon shooting clowns into the above flying in midair.

Bear backed women standing on galloping stallions.

Life hasn’t a spare on which to run.

The closer we get, the farther we go.

The show knocks us off our chairs, and out of our  shoes.

Calling it the Fall’s blues.

Seven or eight to make a date with a lost fate.

At any rate, we all must pay.

To have a say.

Except those, who seize the day.

Or with a smile, own it  all, for awhile.

It’s a matter, of the recent style.

Never found, on a clock, or speedometer dial.

But on a, radio or television, mile.

Income tax, April deadline to file.

While, your dropping out of school.

As teeth come out.

Marking, the preceding days.

In a phrase.

Who says.

What, is to be or not?

Jon Billet