surviving a circus

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the clown waits for the tingling
bell of classical conditioning
to produce the act for retaining
every measure of survival —

i had never seen the red-nosed
darling open his carnival mouth of
blood candy & enameled smokes.

he told me of a lion’s solipsism
jumping through the hoops of
an urban jungle, quite similar to
a modern generational shift, from
a Randian objectivism to graffiti.

~

the bell is rung at the last step of
a sleepy night’s solo performance,
to wake me from a circus dream
in which i am but a rope dangling
from the canopy,

for all the poor souls
to climb, and flee from
a cannibal crowd, caterwauling
like Circe in waiting.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

For dVerse Poetics: Come to the Circus!
Image source (Circus, 2011, by Leslie Bender)

*Edited some more for With Real Toads’ Tuesday Platform

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26 thoughts on “surviving a circus

  1. gillena cox says:

    Clever metaphor of the rope. Its no fun to have people climb all over you except for the circus applause
    One has to be wary of dreams risk and dare

    Thanks for dropping by my blog today

    Much😊💛😊love

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  2. The image and the poem have a distinct nightmarish quality, especially:
    ‘i had never seen the red-nosed
    darling open his carnival mouth
    of blood candy & enameled smokes’.
    I don’t exactly have a clown phobia but they do scare me!
    The lines that leaped out at me are:
    ‘…a circus dream
    in which i am but a rope dangling
    from the canopy, for all the poor souls
    to climb and escape’
    and the play on the words ‘circus’ and ‘Circe’.

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  3. Great stuff. I like the modern generational shift and the cannibal crowd. The music enhanced the effect as something Alfonso Ponticelli-like, dark and gypsy, or some of the opening scenes of Márquez’s ‘Hundred Years of Solitude’: magical and foreboding.

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  4. sanaarizvi says:

    “i had never seen the red-nosed
    darling open his carnival mouth
    of blood candy & enameled smokes.”

    This is such a gripping account and glimpse into the horrors that lurk in this world!

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  5. Jim says:

    This is a fun read, a busy exercise. I stopped at the transformation to graffiti to look again at your picture find. I wonder if the “Randian objectivism” forms were freehanded or if a curve stencil had been used. I also liked the gentle exit from the dream. Not the ordinary abrupt dream ending.
    ..

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  6. Sometimes the world we live in feels so much like a dystopian circus, it threatens to put nightmares out of business. Though those that create art can indeed be a lifeline for those seeking respite, even if it’s only for a moment.

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