Sonnet 14
To write a poem while Bill Barnum performs
has to be the greatest sin of all.
Zen ostrich stance, he dances while the norm
walk by, often not noticing at all.
His holed up dancing shoes will always slide
on down the floor without an unplanned step,
as he gets lost in his zen motorcycle ride,
his eyes gazed in surprise amidst own trip,
a cockatoo and manticore in back
arguing over which way he should turn.
Bill Barnum takes the wheel in circles wide,
spinning so much he marvels at the burn.
Where there's smoke, there's fire, a party for friends,
no time to worry about where it all ends.
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