"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.
