the map of my mind's desire is like a jester at the fair
he is giddy with nauseous colored grimacing features
and his lithe body dressed and twisting with loud patterns
his voice caterwauling with half baked ideas
his fingers writhe like copulating snakes
as he directs my attention to obscene stuffed prizes that pull at unrealized desires
If only I could decipher the slight of hand that pulls me into the mire of losing wagers
the blood boils and the desire to triumph all at once at any cost
throws the mind into a dizzying spin
the bells the the rattles the horns the crowds
keep the eye on the bulls throbbing heart at the center of muscle and dark hide
and pop the balloon with the dart and ahhhh from the spectators
and ahhhh I have won clutching a prize from ignominiousness and mute death
the jester melts into the onlookers amused or jealous inquiring befuddled glances
until from a distant corner of ear shot a new voice rises above the din and the mind is captured by its promise and the carnival laughs as we conspire toward our next amusement.
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