big tent by Angela Thomas i juggle my vices. three glass orbs flying in the air like the local clown does with the bowling pins. hard and heavy - a bowling pin - if you've ever picked one up. these orbs are light and fragile, they require attention and care. it's actually quite easy to keep them going around and around. never breaking, always moving from hand to hand. the drugs are full of nights curled up on the couch by myself, a cat my sole witness to smoke rising from my lips. the drinks are full of lost memories, like a receipt slip released from your hand to land in the middle of oncoming traffic. and the sex. oh, the sex is that first bite of warm, soft, rich chocolate cake hitting your mouth, spreading around. it really is easy to keep the momentum going. up and down, up and down, one hand, and switch, gliding effortlessly around and around. in the air hangs a note of attention. care paid to each vice. time, money, baggage, all spent, depleted. when the big top closes, the lights turn down, the crowd only a breeze's whisper, what do you do? 09/07/2008 Posted on 09/07/2008 Copyright © 2025 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 09/07/08 at 06:21 PM This is a really great theme idea. It leaves you wanting more. Clever. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)