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Joe Roarty

   
   

Circus

I hav wrkd w/ a many drunks   they hav tot me many things

I wrkd w/ chester on th circus   th first time I saw him he was drunk   passd out in his
bunk on nth truk

    -    he’ll wake up wn we take th tent down

   I drank w/ chester during th lon aftrnoons between putting th th tent up & taking it
down  that was until chester got 2 drunk & startd missing th nite shift

- how can someone do that 2 thmslvs?
I wishd th fukkr wd leave th show so they wd hire somebody els
-how can u let yrself gt that bad?
Aftr awhile billy who was n th lowr bunk sd
                     don’t think
                   about that shit
                         one day
                     I com home
                    From school &
                     my mothrs ded
                she shot hrself w my rifl
                            now
                    I don’t think about that
watt wd I do if I spnt all my time w/ my mind on that?

Billy left th show aftr trying 2 borrow $20 & stealing one of my shirts

th net morning whitey th sideshow boss punhd chester out & thn fired him

    that nite all th roughneks wer gtting reddy 2 rap up th big top  th huge canvas was
spred on th ground  we stood n th glare of th floods gripping its edgs   otto was th bigtop
boss a squad car pulld up 2 th lot  2 cops got out & wnt ovr 2 otto
-i have no time for this   I must gt this job don
  th cops got him ovr 2 the squad car  they opnd th bak door & otto lookd n as they talkd 2
him   thr blue flashr squalld ovr th hole scene  otto suddenly straitnd up
                      I han no time for this
                        I don’t know that man
                          that is not man
                          that is animal
                          I hav no time
w/ that he charged off   th cops stood around for awile until at last gtting n th squad
turning off th beacon & driving away

th following morning th circus left for th nxt town  that afternoon we wr drinking around
th truks wn who do we see sting on a bench across th street but chester   som
guys wnt over & gave him som change  a downpour startd   we sat n th truks letting th
cool air n watching it rain   chester was a grey blur thru th torrent

th next day th weathr was wors  whitey saw th sideshow tent, his job, flapping in a hi
wind   whitey had run away 2 join th circus as a boy, repeatedly, until finally nobody
came 2 bring him bak  th first time I saw him he was xposing himself 2 someone across
th midway  he stood n th doorway 2 his truk, his cok hanging down, laughing  he shook
my hand  -yr my nu man-  he sd chester was ok as long as he stuk 2 beer

   whitey also ran th elefant act  th act before that was a clown act   th clown had a small
son who had opn heart suregery   2 big pink scars crisscrossed his chest   he was about
10 & seemd 2 hav an advancd gnawlej of sex  as we wrkd he wd comment on watt chester
probably liked

-i bet u like it like that chester  he sd aftr one nvolvd scenario  chester turnd & startd n
th boys direction  th boy ran out of range before wheeling, thrusting his face forward,
tong twisting n his opn mouth
  th clowns wife took tikkts for th sideshow   whitey was banging hr n th tent before th
bigtop startd   one nite as I sat by th truk waiting for hr 2 go n th ntent w th tikkt box I
saw the clown standing n th shado of another truk  a hand gun gleamd dimly   but she just
left the tikkt box out & returnd 2 th bigtop   aftr awile he popkketd th gun & left
    once whitey describd his youngr days lrning 2 wrk th elefants   he wrkd w/ another guy
& thy wr rivals for th job
   - clyde wd put an elefants eye out for nothing   he hit thm around th eyes all th time 
one time we got into it w/ th hooks-
        Elefant hooks wr 3-foot long stakes w a steel hook on th nd usd for guiding or
prodding or whacking th elefants
    -he stooppd wn I got him here-   whitey reachd ovr & jabbd 2 fingrs into the soft
triangle wher my collarbone joind my shouldr
   -we was n th hospital gttn blood transfusions for 3 days aftr that
chester sd whitey was ok as long as he stayd off wine & pills

  I thot he was an asshole   we had an old man on our crew, an old drunk who cdnt wrk
much  one day he cut his leg   th old man kept gtting sikkr & th leg uglier
   I sd whitey we need 2 do something
   he sd ok bu nevr did anything
   days passd  I saw th old mans eyes as he lay sik n his bunk  he was resignd 2 th fact
whitey was just waiting 2 kik him off th show  I kept bring it up until for som reasn
whitey sd ok & drove him 2 th emergency room
   later we wr pitching th show on a blacktop parking lot  thr was a mekaniel drivr 2 drive
th spikes 2 hold th tents  as it wrkd on th bigtop it broke down

    fuk I sd this will take all day
    no it won’t whitey ansrd   we’ll pitch th sideshow by hand
    whitey grabbd one of th 3-foot spike & a hammr  using his rist he began drving it
down  th blacktop broke up easily
   we gegan driving th stakes   it was a hot erly summr morning   one of whiteys buddy
showd up w a jiggr of martinis  th guy pourd me a martini   as I drank he laffd
   -   that’s watt th folks on th hill drink

we wnt bak 2 wrk, beginning by holding th hammr hi w/ our fists, thn sliding down th
handl, gradually ncreasing our swing, finishing w/ wide arcs putting our hole bodies
into it  as we swung at full throttle whiteys pal chantd
                                 break an arm
                                 break a leg
                                 break an ankl
                                 break yr head
I was swetting like a pig  th bigtop got th automatic drivr going agn
-we shd have waitd
-we’ll beat that drvr-    whitey began 2 sing swinging th hammr  long raggd swings
                                I got a job
                           make a grown man cry
                               I got a job
                           make a grown man cry
                               ride that glory train
                                on th day I die

                                 I will liv
                               until I die
                                   o I will liv
                                until I die
                             ride that glory train
                              up into th sky

                                I will ride
                             that glory train
                                I will ride
                              that glory train
                                 no more trouble
                                  no more pain

th next day I had a hi fever, a continous dream n th hevvy smell of th bunk, th darknss
of th truk, & pale faces drifting n & out   it ook th old man days 2 pestr whitey nto
taking me 2 th hospital
   as I lay on th cold xaminging tabl th nurs lookd at me
-u shd b w/ yr mama
That & beating up chester clued me n on whitey

Now, whitey looked up & saw his tent waving n  a hi wind  he tried 2 gt me & th old
man 2 stabilize th poles but I didn’t no watt I was doing & th old man had no strength
Whitey saw chester sting on th ground across th lot  he wnt over 2 him  they stood &
Talkd, thn shook hands  shcester follwd whitey ovr 2 us  one of his eyes was blood
red ew shook his hand  he was a lazarus 2 us   together we secured th poles on wet ground

   Aftr that chester wrkd th bigtop   one afternoon he left th lot as usual 2 drink  that
was th last anyone saw him  som mn saw him at a bar a few bloks away   they wr th
last 2 himm

Joe Roarty is a performance artist who has performed his work across the United States. Born in Pittsburgh and a long time resident of Chicago, he currently resides in the Philadelphia area and is known to read at venues in Philadelphia and New York.
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