Poetry by c nolan deweese

 

REPORT FROM THE CIRCUS

 

...selling looks at the puppycat for 2 bucks

rats living in the cheap houses,
seems like the word’s getting out
bout ours, squeaks from distant area codes

...Simon broke his hand in a motorcycle wreck

a brown paper bag on Bourbon street
cartoons: “a true freak of nature”
suckers born every second, not minute

...made friends with the cigarette girls

damn puppycat running all over, can’t decide,
hopped up on rat turds and tinned chow
drunk truckers try and kick but he’s fast

...built on a swamp near those tropic climes

can’t juggle, like a drunk accountant
a cigar, a mustache, a tornado: three cards
from the circus Tarot deck on the kitchen table

 

 

 

About the Author

 

c nolan deweese is 22 years old, graduated from Oberlin College in 2001 after studying creative writing with David Young, Martha Collins, and one of his favorite poets in the world, Pamela Alexander. he has recently been seen in DIAGRAM, poor mojos alamanac(k), shampoopoetry, and the Adirondack Review, with poems forthcoming in the Dead Mule School of Southern Poetry and Sidereality.