Circus

Come come
An intimate circus.
Clowns exist only in the mind
But you see the clown in me.
You see over the gate
And into a window.
I sit here with smoke
And gin that turned older than me pass the hour.
I’ve turned stale today
The taste, between my lips
Will dawdle till the
Cockcrow tips me.
—Cam Ie

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