Drama Under The Circus Tent!!??( novel in verse in progress)

Dosage

Before the Lights Part I:
Once she was normal
Then she was Abby-normal
She used to do cart wheels
And flips in the park by
Her father the pharmacist
He'd hand men a pill which
Would remove their cyst.
Before the hair invaded
She didn't suffer melancholia
Just traded it in for paranoia
She didn't raise her loving fist
Until she passed the sixth grade
Daddy said it was the fault of
Chemicals molding her clay
For the rest of her life he forbade
Violence's shrinking head near
His home unless no night or day
Persisted anymore to sway.
We are humans, not swinging
From ropes like circus performers
We should all have hearts of mourners
She knew if this hair made her insane
God knows what would be her refrain
So she shaved off her hair each day
Sneaking home from school a different
Way.

On a Tight Rope…
Momma was cheating on Daddy with the
Refrigerator repairman
She shouted for the whole town to hear,
You're not a real man.
The child she smirked is not even mine
Do you think dear husband I crossed a line?
You must have had some tawdry affair
Your little freakish brat I did not bare.
She stared at her father with muted eyes
He responded with sadness deep
It appeared he might take a leap.
Instead, He snarled a quip.
Look honey bunch, she has your lip.
If you try to scar her with your nomadic fever
I will take to with a clever
Just because you are losing your marbles
Do not dare scar your child
Whatever I have done she has done no harm.
There, there, husband her lies your charms
You are a martyr's disgrace
Hidden behind a younger face
At least I try to repair what has not been fixed,
He said; I don't get up and quit.
At this she laughed hiding a sniffles guilty sound
The repairman's car door was open
Is was time to cross the bridge Daddy made her turn around
He did not want her to stare at the lostWhat he had never found.

Origins Part I: A Betrayal?
Abby-normal ran home fast
She hoped her tears would last
Her mother had become another
Monster freak show demon housewife?

She hoped her tears would last
Memories might erode like the beach
Monster freak demon housewife?
Would dad burn her photographs?

Memories might erode like the beach
He'd say, this was never your mother
Just an elitist boutique store clerk
In search of quick aphrodisiac fixes

He locked the pictures in his diary,
His love was touched by addiction
In search of quick aphrodisiac fixes
To hallucinate a reality of choice

His love was touched by addiction
Or branded by a fetishistic affliction?
He'd always been curious of alternatives
Changing colors like dye in a quilt

He'd always been curious of alternatives
Her mother had become another's lust
Changing colors like dye in a quilt
So Abby-normal ran home fast.

Part 1 with more to come of my novel in verse in progress. Look out for what comes next in the Drama Under the Circus Tent. Has anyone taken the correct dosage here?

Micah Zevin 2007