Posters are plastered on the city's limbs,
the word spreads.
Society enters with magnifying glasses
and diminished minds.
A Russian pride from Gir
jumps through hoops
and blushes.
Nietzsche's tightrope walker
fumbles in awe.
Women sneak out of their cages
and men tremble
as they prepare for battle-
their heads, spinning like plates.
They hide swords in esophaguses,
that go down well with peristalsis.
One gulps down a fire
and snorts.
The clown, conscious,
as if part of some psychological research
conducted from the corner
of a stoic eye,
sweats, while spectators
juggle about in their pockets
and flip coins
to decide the curve of their lips.
When they go home, they leave behind
reverberations of giggles and boos
to watch the clown and ringmaster
indulge in anti-christ love;
their notions and philosophies
clinging to the clocks
like extinct lizards;
broad-minded, modern dinosaurs,
skeletons
assembled in a historical circus.



Could you please point out a couple of places you felt it was bland, so that I can work on them? 




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