photo by Hans-Peter Traunig (unsplash)
Wasn’t the Beer Here sign at the fair nor the free beer it was the circus surrounding the beer the nice carny folk invited me in Ringmaster yelled Satan said to the world I am Satan but to you I am the world here is my blood Ringmaster and I drank of it the heavy oil slid down pooled in my stomach bloated with sin I rode the Pegasus with pink and blue flowered mane I listened in awe as these show people played violins examined my palm lines told me they live on coffee and cigarette clips I longed to stay afraid I would grow horns and start to turn ringmaster’s wings clipped no one allowed to rise above him we crept at his clawed feet Riddled with the clap I crawled away in shame No Zone - Don't Go Zone I’ve drifted so far away from the shore of my very own needs I just follow the watery pull lose the course again and again paddle desperately this is my tug boat baby and I’ve got room for one more in this no-zone - the don’t-go-zone the I’ll never come back from place so alluring fresh and safe – death or hell? aren’t they both the same? Knuckles swell another bone cracks I hold us afloat with my pinky now while gravity pulls skin from bone would have been better off holding the atlas instead I chose to drag us both to shore crawl across the grainy sands of never-ary come back to shake this and dry out get footage - get better Poetry Showcase for Donna Dallas Bio: Donna Dallas studied creative writing and philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to write under William Packard, founder of the New York Quarterly. She has appeared in a plethora of journals, most recently The Opiate, Beatnik Cowboy, SpillWords and Phantom Kangaroo. Donna serves on the editorial team of Red Fez and New York Quarterly.