tap dancing vaudevillians

gypsy wagoned in crop circles

decked out with thumpers

and tweeters and sub-woofers

pumping out the hits of the 70s

snake charming smoke signals through the windows of combi

vans

staging puppet shows for the

community
come here angel dusted

snorting quick lime

blowing trumpets

clowning foolishly

winking at me like a star

playing all that folksy braided gnome music

complicating

my poor cartwheeling

toadstooling brain fungus

the little spores waiting there for the future

like eggs
i try to

concentrate on the

crop dusting,

killing insects,

cut and painting the little sprigs of willow

down by the river popping fuses