The Carnival

The lashing, 
Pierrot's whip,
no animals but animals crafted from shadows.
"For so long, For so...Long"
Something less than Pierrot.

The roads,

dust and concrete

Days tangled in the station wagon.

Lost in the vibrations, Lost...in the vibrations.

The dust Pierrot never forgot.

In the city,

bricks and s h   ar   ds of glass,

Leather bound volumes of history, water stained wallpapers.

These streets====haunted alone, haunted alone,

How the city of speakers vibrated.

Always a funeral,

white faces and polka dots,

jugglers plucked and tossed femurs and jaw bones from soil.

Lay Pierrot, Lay Pierrot,

Something less than Man. 

The reasoning behind the format of the poem is that I wanted each stanza to be distinct, both symbolically and physically, from one another. The italics, spacing, and bold are there for emphasis and visual support to the reader. Each stanza is taken from different parts of the Pierrot story, and I presented them chronologically as to give a narrative. *Note* I wrote a separate piece to this project, a story. But as I went along I felt that I liked the poem because when I read the story I felt like the wording is far better in a poem than a narrative. If you want to read the story let me know.