Never that simple

Back in the same place
to look back on
back on
back in the,
and the same place looks back on me
where the spaces meet up
there’ll be
a reckoning or
an
A
B
see when the clock ticks?
see when the needle pricks?
look at me doing those tricks
but
no one laughs louder
than I.

do you pray when the last is behind you
and there is nothing and silent,
but no one can find you?

when you’re back looking there
and you’re back looking where
and the dots start to join

and then suddenly

you wake
and those tears
formed the lake where the
sword disappears
and the fire eater
fears
for his life

and I’m back
looking back
and the bets
are all valid
and I’m
back on track
racing.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.