England’s Circus

The flat bleak eastern european plains of Lincolnshire

near The Romany Museum at Cowbit (pronounced ‘Cubbitt’)

hosting The Big Top.

I am talking with the clown in a dirty high-viz vest

about artistic integrity,narrative,selling England by the pound.

It is not the time.

Lights have to be fixed

and the ringmaster in his palaced and articulated abode

is wondering if the Romanian high-wire act

(they’ve come a long way since the Carpathians)

will plank the mud over by the ticket-office,in time.

Sylvie,the contortionist,recently wrenched from her mother

is explaining her three cracked vertebrae.

I suggest her blocks might be

bronze and silver and gold.

She says they are already

black and white.

Peter Handley

Peter Handley was born in a small village next to what was Sherwood Forest in the first decade at the beginning of the end of the age of Aquarius. He has been variously described as an arty farty twat and an Indian Oscar award winning actor and writer. He is published in numerous literary journals, trained, amongst other places, at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School and continues to tell stories and bullshit in all the right hostelries to promote positive growth all around the world and in his back garden. His first solo exhibition of works on paper is due out in a fancy gallery in Vienna late 2014.