StarCat/CatStar
StarCat/CatStar is dedicated to the memory of David Bowie, that cosmic subversive who’s returned at last to his ethereal home.
StarCat/CatStar is dedicated to the memory of David Bowie, that cosmic subversive who’s returned at last to his ethereal home.
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This is Not Our Circus<br />
By Carly Anne Ravnikar<br />
I was a lavender on your doorstep, you<br />
a broke back mountain of a climbing dude.<br />
You a fretted hijacker, you a sweating<br />
coin rubber. I was a cool drum mumble,<br />
a stick that pattered on canvas, a brush<br />
that stuck in tangles and pulled at the<br />
root. You were tambourine. You were<br />
cussing in a nursery, cussing up a storm.<br />
I was band candy, I was melting makeup<br />
and limping hair. You were fade razor,<br />
you were sharpened to point pencil. I<br />
was a rabid. I was a put down. You<br />
were a lamp shade with a hole in<br />
the seam. A new model on floor. A<br />
hill to tumble down. I was a bucket.<br />
A mold growing on the wall. I was a<br />
hopscotch on the rocks. A race down<br />
the pier. You were a let go. You were