The circus
The circus.
In search for a stick.
Poking the half eaten dead fish.
People walked the beach.
Like decorated genitals.
Sun showers danced like dark green shadows.
The wind played organ pipes.
Shadows moved like lizards.
Hiding in branches.
A girl with flower eyes,
was taking ruined snap-shots
for an old dusty photo album.
Representing a time I can't recall.
Pictures of people ,souls of clowns and jugglers.
What am I doing here in this circus.
J.S. 2004/2006
In search for a stick.
Poking the half eaten dead fish.
People walked the beach.
Like decorated genitals.
Sun showers danced like dark green shadows.
The wind played organ pipes.
Shadows moved like lizards.
Hiding in branches.
A girl with flower eyes,
was taking ruined snap-shots
for an old dusty photo album.
Representing a time I can't recall.
Pictures of people ,souls of clowns and jugglers.
What am I doing here in this circus.
J.S. 2004/2006
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| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, maart 30, 2006 22:21 |
| well, ain''t life great! so unfair... nicely written x! |
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| Auteur: cosmicdoom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 maart 2006 | ||
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