Mystere

five sat in silence
what did it mean

the Professor, hair flying, began the evening
he sat no one
there was the baby
and his huge ball
was it all his dream
or his nightmare

the ringmaster spoke
his feathery companion reminded him
no one could understand
the pregnant bug
with the nine inch nails and protruding navel
plied on point
renaissance pages
danced on the trampoline
with a fat blue beetle
who flirted with a yellow and turquoise firefly
crimson creatures climbed the poles
and clung only with extremities
alabaster men
rose on a spinning globe
balancing against each other
at psychedelic speed
primal drums drowned
all sense of thought
only to be followed
by red flying androgynous beings

smoke and light
costume and paint
assailed the senses
was it our dream
or our nightmare