Selfie at the Circus

Monkeys chattering in my brain

Minimize the gain of pain

While I form a Congo line

Of I , me, myself and mine

And we sit as one for our group shot

Trying to remember what fortune forgot.

We pose with tilt and smile

Recoiling for a little while

Looking into the user friendly lens

The merciless mirror where distortion ends

And realize we're back again

Jack Daniels in the lion den.

With a twist of hocus pocus

We manuever myself into focus

Depress the shutter

Utter a mutter

As we cough

Precision wanders off.

Another blur produced.

We wonder "what's the use"

We know it's getting awful late

For any youthful self-portrait.

We steady our grip

We let "er rip.

The one man horde

Always going forward

Lives another day

A hunger artist without the hay

Who longs to feed again

Further down the bend

Heading towards humbling dawn

Because the forget me nots are gone.

Lookin' one last time around

Findin' the circus still in town.