Catastrophe within the Circus of Black-Tar
Isn’t it exhilarating to absorb love’s cruelty?
To hold your breath under a pillow for a quick smile?
Cringing beside chairs filled with couples’ frivolity.
But such behavior is valuable to those who lack reality!
When shall my nerves seize allotted time for glory?
Not just One and Only, but the soul of stories.
Saying goodbye and so long in correspondence with wilting wines….
Never replaces happiness that accords Joy’s vine.
Within the Circus of Black-Tar, algae controls time.
Not for reproduction, but deconstruction of all characters considered fine.
On the grounds, I observe clowns’ un-admirable tricks.
And injections of Dreams Deferred under the foundation’s bricks.
Humidity’s hand debilitates ethno-centrists grasp on blinded cliques
Those established by supremacists who pinpoint suppression with kicks….
Towards starved children who’ve taken many hits.
When will Summer Rain’s climax blend with shaded snow?
Within the Circus of Black-Tar, Red monopolizes property.
While bigots who guarantee reform require conformity.
Ode to heroes who fly acrobatically without superiority.
And inspire fearful creatures; the caged minority.
Catastrophe lingers restlessly it seems.
Within the Circus of Black-Tar, green lush ceases to be….
As does the soul in stories.
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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