The Lost Ringmaster
Shirtless, riding across a golf course
on a red elephant, crowds turn to stare
at the man with a chest that has no hair.
He’s gone missing from the circus as his
mount’s tetched with mad louse disease;
still looking punched and fit, i.e. pleased.
Within or without the ring, his fixed smirk
represents the mien of guilty circle jerks
prostrate-prohibited from happy endings.
Punam is today’s host for dVerse’ Tuesday Poetics. Punam says:
For today’s poetics prompt, I would like you to write an irreverent verse.
THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT, PUNAM
Thank YOU for writing this, Li! I love it! ❤️
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When I read the words ’the man with a chest that has no hair’, Lisa, I immediately thought of Putin bare-chested on his horse. But the ‘fixed smirk’ that ‘represents the mien of guilty circle jerks’, I thought of the orange one. Either way, what a vile man so well captured in your poem.
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The circus on the golf-course is a nice detail
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Well done, Lisa! I candefinitely get behind your irreverence seething throughout your poem 💜
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