Kathy Polenberg - March 2007
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Kathy Polenberg - March 2007 |
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THE DAY I QUIT THE CIRCUS I heard the screaming first I was there taking the matter into my own hands when it did land I slapped it alive I admit it dove in where the action always is the Big Top center ring the hanging trapeze midwives pissed off on strike cause their act is cut with scissors into little dainty doilies don’t stare but if you look hard they fold like poodles and midgets the air inside the tent got hot and danger filled with flying pinking shears snipping pretty the kamikaze clowns cut the cord opening a whole other context for their act to fall through after that it got ugly it got real messy when they folded up the tent and took it on the road looking for a booking the scissors juggler circus midwives with poodle hair bitching sisters this is no place for a man mister you best make for the door I fainted myself dead on the floor cause no fucking way was I mopping this one up Kathy Polenberg has had poems recently in Thieves Jargon, Zygote In My Coffee and Poor Mojos Almanac(k) – She has recently appeared to be a humorless crank on message boards, but this is not the case. She is a 47 year old female and resembles real people living or dead. E visit her here: http://www.freewebs.com |