Center stage in three rings,
with expectant smiles
wanting to be entertained.
“You’re funny,” one tells me with a grin
looking as if she’d just eaten shit.
A spiritual nature child just gave me
a sample of her new creation for men.
“Here put six drops on your tongue.
It’s made from sea salt and herbs,
just let it absorb and overtake you.”
It was salty alright,
and it was warm. Herbs?
I smile in graceful acceptance,
while I imagine her squatting
over a bucket in the forest
doing some ritual
saying a few prayers
and calling it “elixir”
The next two just stare wide-eyed,
“Say something.” One of them says.
“What should I say?” They both giggle.
I don’t understand the joke
so I excuse myself.
They laugh again as I retreat.
I beginning to get a headache.
That could be the urine in my mouth.
“filling my spirit”
with the essence of crazy.
This reading is a circus
filled with clowns and idiots
my brave face on, I stand poised
red nosed and tail high,
ready to fetch, entertain
and be judged.
I am majestic.