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