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<< Cirkus (Including Entry Of The Chameleons) >>
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--- King Crimson
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Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds,
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Fused my dust from a light year,
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Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon,
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Strung my warp across time
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Gave me each a horse, sunrise and graveyard,
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Told me only I was her;
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Bid me face the east closed me in questions
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Built the sky for my dawn . . .
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Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty
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Zebra ride to the Cirkus,
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Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox
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Glove which wrote on my tongue-
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Pushed me down a slide to the arena,
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Megaphonium fanfare.
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In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
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Bid me join the parade . . .
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"Worship!" cried the clown, "I am a T.I.
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Making bandsmen go clockwork,
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See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman;
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Bareback ladies have fish."
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Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman,
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Acrobatically juggling-
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Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
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Lest the mirror stop turning . . .
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Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk,
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Ate the floors of their cages.
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Strongmen lost their hair, paybox collapsed and
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Lions sharpened their teeth.
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Gloves raced round the ring, stallions stampeded
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Pandemonium seesaw . . .
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I ran for the door, ringmasters shouted,
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"All the fun of the Cirkus!"
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Cirkus (Including Entry Of The Chameleons)
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| King Crimson |
