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Clowns in a Circus

The circus came to town
I could see the posters of acrobats and hippos and giant wheels
On shaky ancient auto-rikshaws
Driven by incorrigibly happy
Poor people.

For some years now, I have felt like the joker 
Looking at a gallery full of fools
Wanting to believe
That what they see
And live
Is not sheer drudgery 
But liquid entertainment.
I think Joaquin Phoenix fucked my world view
And before that, there was the Matrix
Or even, Joseph Heller
Or maybe it was
Gabriel Garcia Marquez 
Or even
The Bhagwan who declared
In his infinite wisdom
That the infinity of our souls 
And the divinity of our beings
Are sullen
By the circus 
Of life.


  1. Gallery of fools...the circus of much, so much in those words. Powerfully writ, my friend.

  2. Life is a circus and we understand it pretty later


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