Poetry | I am a freakshow

Theo Altenberg, Angst, 1987 - 92

I am a freak show.

I am a liar.

I see the world as a broken

mirror cased in a golden frame.

Drowning hurt in a multitude of

Glory and fame.

So call me a freak show

Call me a liar.

I slay the perfectly mowed lawn

with black coal tar.

Slash through a black tie convention

like a thousand guitars.

Do an arabesque in a black tutu

My toes sink in quicksand.

I work best when am trampled on,

shot at, mauled by military dogs of the thirteenth band

But mostly when they call me a freak show.

When they call me a liar.

I dare you.

Call me a freakshow

Call me a liar. 

Reshma Krishnan