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was never far enough to place me here:
I was prospecting in a small town up north
The circus had left a small tent behind
I peeked inside, looking for direction
There was a gypsy sitting naked in front
of a crystal ball she was fondling
She had my portraits tattooed on her breasts
it was impossible not to notice, even for a man
She said my future was mapped out in my hands
would I put them on my portraits - to know
I remembered her from some distant time
(when we were children it was her dolls
I had sacrificed to Dionysus
during school recess at Shenendehowa Central School, Clifton Park New York, and she never forgave)
I didn't want my future told
I knew where all the doors were
AND THAT IS ALL ONE NEEDS TO KNOW TO GET OUT
As I left the tent
I felt Charon's hot laughter behind me
and turned just in time to watch the tent
disappear into the screaming mist
Before long I did forget it all
until tonight when my concupiscent concubines
came home and said a gypsy was looking for me
to tell my future
she was no longer smiling
Now I know it's my end - because I sacrificed
to the wrong god so long ago
like we all do to bring about our end
Copyright Terrell Neuage, 4-17-04 VICTOR HARBOR, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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