The Last Act

This carnival of anguish is exactly as I hoped
It'd be: you explaining all your lies with
Fresher lies and teary eyes, the trapeze
Artist, off her swing and tumbling, looking
For my hand. It's deep inside my pocket, dear,
But, once you've hit the sawdust, I'll remove it
And applaud.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-24 at 23:21

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