delicate the brush
the plastic fluff
of a corporate
department logo
like a chain
opening its
great silent roar

Tilted the mirror
watching
I sitting
on the edge
a bed
A television
silent mime
plays

You show me
happy serious
the eyeliner
and daube

I remember
the city lions
the leaves
red as the
flames

gaurding a
walk hidden
by the great
brooding
canopy like
the big top

You lean with
a foot forward
the black tights
the white shirt

where is the red
jacket we tame
our worlds with
the supple leather
of the whip to
snap the air

the lid
compact does
that
set it carefully
in your little
parcel

tools to tame
taunt and behold
the crowd
the prowling
prone
bold

dig in the leather
pocket of the
bomber
and the little
flag of color
glitters in
the light
glitters like
the snow
the years
swaying
in the great
eye

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