Monday, September 10, 2007

Fresh Poetry I: Show (Birthday Poem 07)

At the tip of the leaves
droplets of dew dripping onto a pond
static, welcoming and indifferent..

In the evening comes a troupe from another town
with clowns throwing goblets of fire into the air
and 31 mosquitoes riding them for an intergalactic trip
all the way from Shangrila to Phantasmogoria
Man in the middle of frozen space at intersections
watches fire, starlight and projections onto screens of cosmic dust

An audience of 31 men still stuck to their chairs
The bell is ringing and they have it all ready
Pop Corn and Coke and Cream
Child acrobats juggling bottles of home made wine
Light brainless fun, but Ha-Ha nevermind it’s a pass-time
One day they will be in Cirque du Soleil
You know what I mean, you got me the tickets, but I’m barely talking to you
We’re all muted by anticipation
of the upcoming highlight of the show, the ultimate Vedette
a funny little green alien
captured by coincidence
and nicknamed Time…

1 comment:

El Matador said...

Fresh and visually enticing! Happy Birthday habibi...