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The Clown

From Lonesome Liz’s Mojo Sideshow: http://lonesomelizmojosideshow.blogspot.com

I was just clowning around!

A clown’s face hides much; including age.

It also hides sadness, enui and rage.

Whatever it is that you’ve been told,

I promise you, I was much too old

to act on my antics.

I was just a romantic.

Ah! She was a sight

when she’d bend, plates all a-spin!

The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

I dreamed

that I was no longer a man

who was laughable and

I dreamed I had her heart.

She wasn’t very smart.

She clung to rather provincial rules.

She made it clear she thought me a fool.

Unthinkingly, as she did most things,

as easy as a small bird sings,

she told the Acrobat.

And that was that.

I never saw him coming.

He was so good at tumbling.

I was just clowning around!

My body was never found.

They knew I was dead

because they found my head.

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The Midway Boss & The Midway Merry Go Round

Act I, Scene I

Midway Boss I

I’m in charge of the Midway here,

which mostly entails instilling fear

in passers by

and making damned souls cry.

Occasionally, I cover up

unexpected death and such…

What do you see when you look too close? What will you be when you’ve had an overdose of fun?

One thing is certain. The closing curtain won’t make you forget. All of the regret in you is here.

All of your fear 

and your ugliness is too.

It’s true.  

We are not all shadows. We are not all dreams.  

Though conjured in screams of near-madness and all kinds of badness we are not just ghosts.

We are most actual.

We are your darkness, your sorrow, your pain. We see you again and again and again

in dreams and on the street. We are a complete nightmare.

Do you dare?

Barker:

One thing is certain.

We’re pulling back the curtain.

Act 2, Scene 2

The Midway Boss II

What do you see when you look too close?

What will you bewhen you’ve had an overdose of fun?

 One thing is certain.

The closing curtainwon’t make you forget.

Alll of the regret in you is here.

All of the fearand the ugliness too.

It’s true.

We are not all shadows.We are not all dreams.

Though conjured in screamsof near-madnessand all kinds of badness

we are not just ghosts.

We are most actual.

 We are your darkness, your sorrow, your pain.

We see you again and again and again

in dreams and on the street.

We are a complete

nightmare.

The Midway Merry Go Round

Act 2, Scene 9

Midway Boss:

The Gaffer and the Gaffer’s Mark eye the merry go round warily.

There has been no end to a maniacal spin that began

about an hour or so ago.

The Magician has been trying to intervene

but quite a scene erupts through the Midway.

It’s spinning so children can’t get away.

Roustabout:

Maybe Madame Ugly can stop it with her face.

Barker:

The whole place breaks

into nervous laughter.

Not too long after the Hellhounds begin to bay

and The Boss of the Midway roars through in a rage.

The lion looks restless in his cage!

A man walks on coals and swallows fire!

The Barker:

The Midway Boss’s ire startles the man swallowing fire.

He met an unpleasant end my friend.

Midway Boss:

Then I laughed and sneezed

with such force that, of course,

it made the Four Legged Lady freeze mid-fan kick.

Then The Clown played tricks.

The Half Lady cries.

So do the children as the merry go round spins

then stops in a lurch, as if surprised. 

Midway Boss III

It’s all quieted down

but for the sound

of the survivors settling in.

As early birds tuck in

there’s a gypsy laugh, then,

a burst of flame and a laugh again.

Tightrope Walker:

Rumor is there’s a new Sword Swallower coming.

The Knife Thrower’s Wife:

Everyone’s taste for knife throwing is running out.

That’s the third time one’s turned out

to be more than apparently doubtful.

The Tightrope Walker:

Wonder if the next Swallower don’t take more than a mouthful,

The Midway Boss: 

The Acrobat jeers at the Half Lady out of habit.

The Magician’s rabbit changes from white to red.

The Man Who Bites Off Heads, thank God, went to bed.  

He has a terrible problem with alcohol.

He often smashes rats against the wall in a fevered frenzy.

Someone screams. He laughs viciously.

It’s hard to see  …

but the Gypsy Man With Blue-Black Eyes

gave the Tightrope Walker quite a surprise

back there behind the Ferris wheel.

To the left the Gaffer makes a deal with one of the Roustabouts. 

The Lady with the 7 Veils and the Clown run off with the Barker’s bite.

Tarot Reader:

Over to the left there, behind that curtain, I’ll divine the night.

 I don’t tell the future, no,

it’s the night itself I read;

while primal popcorn bursts and cotton candy spins

of dim and din and games no one wins

drift up to dim the moon and wither the trees.

The Midway Boss

The Man Who Bites Off Heads turns

to eye small children with an ominous glare,

a carnivorous stare and there - look - over there

the Bearded Lady weeps while the Animal Keeper sweeps

and the Fat Lady sings.

Brass rings fall in rust-dulled clinks

on to the candy sticky ground.

The carousel spins round

with a madness and mind of it’s own.

The new Sword Swallower groans

as if he’s met with accident.

A few stragglers shuffle, spent

on the dreams of jugglers and gypsy’s.

You’ve been here before.

And you will be once more.

Judgment:

This production has been brought to you by the whims of Judgment.

‘God’s Gonna Cut You Down’ reprise. 

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The Contortionist, played by Stefani Zabner
I’m tired of the jokes people make about not getting bent out of shape. You wouldn’t believe the questions – I keep people guessing.
I’m here because I don’t want a normal life; that and because of the Knife Thrower, there was an incident or two, or maybe three. I was far from innocent, you see. And I didn’t want a normal life.
I had beautiful, long, Rapunzel-like hair; like Lady Godiva, it’d be all I’d wear sometimes. It made my act attract more attention than I could stand.
There was a man or two or maybe three. One night, finally, I’d had it. I blamed above all else my glorious mane for causing me such heartache and woe.
So… I cut it all off while the tightrope walker walked over head. That night I’d wished I were dead. I’d had my heart broken for the 100th time. Most suspected the Midway Boss undermined the whole affair. Whatever the case, it undermined my hair. I pretend and grin and then I pretend to grin again.
I didn’t want a normal life!

The Contortionist, played by Stefani Zabner


I’m tired of the jokes people make
about not getting bent out of shape.
You wouldn’t believe the questions –
I keep people guessing.

I’m here because I don’t want a normal life;
that and because of the Knife Thrower,
there was an incident
or two, or maybe three.
I was far from innocent, you see.
And I didn’t want a normal life.

I had beautiful, long, Rapunzel-like hair;
like Lady Godiva, it’d be all I’d wear
sometimes. It made my act attract
more attention than I could stand.

There was a man
or two or maybe three.
One night, finally,
I’d had it. I blamed
above all else my glorious mane
for causing me such heartache and woe.

So…
I cut it all off while the tightrope walker walked
over head.
That night I’d wished I were dead.
I’d had my heart broken for the 100th time.
Most suspected the Midway Boss undermined
the whole affair.
Whatever the case, it undermined my hair.
I pretend and grin and then
I pretend to grin again.

I didn’t want a normal life!

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