CRAZY CIRCUS WORLD

A lemon yellow Lady Macbeth
Her smile fills a room
While she thinks about death
And seeks out a soul to consume
In the room
A lemon yellow chair sitting there
And in it hides a lock of his hair
And the lady ponders on about death
In the gloom
Of the evening there’s the sound of her breath
And she fears not this thing they call death
And she won’t be beholden to doom
And she basks in the light of the moon
In her town
Where the crazy circus world spins around
In her head
Where the Candyman tells her that she’s already dead
Where the fat lady sings
And the supper bell rings
Where lions and tigers and grotesquely pretty things
Live for the spotlight
And the warmth that it brings
And the lock of his hair
Is still hiding there
In a lemon yellow chair for Macbeth

author: Lara Marjerrison
circa: April 17, 2009