The Gadarene Geek


(Luke 8: 26-39)

I’m rollercoaster’s nightshift shadow:
(bone-ride: rickety,

a centipede creeps
down my claw-tracked arm—)

I eat it up. (Ounce
of applause.)

So goes my diet,
and my career: I crouch here,
bite the heads off snakes—

ALL LIVE! the barker’s crossed his heart
to every season’s ever-shrinking crowds.

My red clown nose keeps plopping off.
My wig’s from the Fat Lady’s trash.
I do it for the booze, and it’s a job,
although I sometimes wonder

what it is God wants with me.
The only thing alive in me’s
the tail end of a rat.

They call me pig and bottom
rung. I’m banned in many states.
But secretly I think I am
the greatest show on earth.
That fool beside me swallows swords—
they’re easy: steel, and still.
And there’s no Tattoo’d Lady
who can rival my insides,
my guts: an after-Eden legion,
Altimira—creatures cursed.

Adam named the beasts.
I eat them raw.
In one town I’m THE WILD MAN!
Another, just THE GEEK!
My given name was Will.
I gave it back.

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