You find what you are at the Carnival

"The sight of a feather in a peacock's tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me sick."

Charles Darwin

It is circular it is circus

Crowds are our clay. 

We mold minds and souls.

But what we do,

what we shape

is little but the dreams of crowds

made real

it is flesh, it is blood, it is piss and cum.

It is circular

it is a circus

Crowds also shape Showmen

and the Carnival itself

is the sum 

of human desires.

The way the peahen shaped

the peacocks tail

crowds shaped the carnival

Some

want to know the future

Some seeks speed and thrills

Some wants seduction

others sex 

Some wants terrors and horror

but still stay safe

Some wants to fight

others to watch. 

Some wants delicious fat fried food,

sugary drinks and doughnuts. 

We all want crowds of people 

on grounds where different rules apply

grounds where the playing fields are leveled.

Where anything and anyone is fair game

A fair-ground.

We want the new,

the strange,

the exotic and extraordinary 

but we want it behind strong perimeter fences 

and gone tomorrow -

taking the escapades and transgressions of the night

away with it. 

Leaving nothing behind but

dead grass 

trampled popcorn 

and memories

fading like the carnival posters.