Very Broad

Part 1
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I packed my carriage to the brim, full with full with
The articles of Mr. Fritzenberg’s imaginary flea circus
To which I added the following things:
1. Gunpowder
2. Tonic

Out of the white powder let loose from his wig
The starlet and her misunderstood children appeared
They seemed just as startled as I
And though they hid their eyes behind a curtain of waste
The act that followed was what they call in the world of entertainment
Fierce.
Sick.
I am going to clap until my palms sting
Zugabe! Zugabe!

Part 2
The party has departed
So I took a frigid bath in gin
Soaking up vermouth
The tunnel gapes before me
And in goes the olives
I think I’ll let the fleas go tomorrow
Am I willing to see what isn’t there?

Part 3
With all heads turned towards the display
the illusion can continue
Draw whatever conclusions you want
I’m the guy at the door, the muscle
And you
You’re just part of my flip book
Movement from my hand, my touch upon your image
I might be tired of us both
I can get us to the end quicker