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Carnival Nocturne
Mark Wagenaar

Peanut shells crackle beneath your pink slippers
as you pace. The players begin routines of a different sort
long after the show is over, long after the spectators
return home, their caricatures slipping from their grasp
as they unlock the front door. Teeny the strongman
is calling the torn names in the phone book
he ripped in half, as Vasserot listens outside, smoking
a cigarette with his left foot, his arms a phantom
presence he feels each time he reaches for another can
of peaches. Karlov the Great has gone to bed
regretting his dinner, three light bulbs & a seven foot
feathered boa, while in the next room Madame Sossman
is about to win a red nose & a pair of floppy shoes,
unless Noodles can beat three Hangmans.
Monsieur LeBeau stands in the big tent, still listening
to the cheers of the departed crowd. His daughter
won't return his phone calls, but tomorrow
will bring a new town, with a different name & story,
where anything is possible, & tonight the stars' white flames
burn on their blue wicks—she's out there, somewhere,
the one you left behind on the Serengeti, in the night
that paces in a circle with its one black shoe, beneath wires
no one will ever see, the sickle moons ivory
as beautiful as your tusks once were.
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~akela9 Feb 3, 2013
Wonderful. Love the colors and the composition!
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`FractalEyes Feb 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much. :juggle:
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Mood: Joy ~lgmac Jan 16, 2013
EXTRAORDINARY!!!!!
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`FractalEyes Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you, Lauren. :iconjuggleplz:
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Mood: Joy ~KPEKEP Jan 15, 2013
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`FractalEyes Jan 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. :juggle: :bow:
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*catelee2u Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Lovely!!
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`FractalEyes Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you. :iconrgbemotejugglerplz:
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*LaPurr Jan 12, 2013
Instead of a circus, I saw the morning-after detritus of a wild party! :party: :drunk: :dance: :flirty:
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`FractalEyes Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It is kind of messy :laughing: but I recently read Clown Girl and started The Night Circus (:shh: it's overdue and I haven't finished it because that silly fairy-princess-inner-child is keeping me busy making pretty, shiny things) and then there is the poem I put with it.

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