ran away to join the circue

ran away to join the circus
life is more than just an endless stream of file drawers packed with to-do lists
it's the birds and dogs (you can't go wrong with birds and dogs) awake all night on snorting funny white headaches
rooms filled with clove smoke and black glycerine smiles and slave boys china white
the cafe noir and the men in their flying machines
safe from children but children just the same
the man with two souls and the racer who wanted to save me from himself
the damage goes so far back
but sometimes I remember them fondly
no one knows the saga in its entirety
my legacy will be snippets of memory pressed flat between the withered yellow pages of an old journal

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