/look/i can balance a spoon on my nose/it will stay longer if i breathe on it first/don’t bump me!/or else it will fall/don’t leave me/or else i shall be lonely./

/white face/rosy cheeks/a round red clown nose/50 years ago he stood on stage/people know him as August/he dies in September/a month late./

the music of circus//it's deafening//but standing in the front//while people scream and sing//is definitely magical//considering that//a thousand songs about it all//are being sung//by the one//the only//one man circus//and right in front of me//a