Anvils fall, and I catch them,

Juggle them with firecrackers

under the hot 4th of July sun...

I think...

But not like you think...

I know how you think...

You know my writing, but

do you know how I think?

Why would anyone

who had already traveled

the road of perdition

try to hitch a ride on Poirot?

Alone in my seven-day forecast,

I enjoy today,

for the emcee believes

all jugglers have pins for brains,

wear their hearts on their sleeves,

care only to accessorize their costumes.

Think............