Mind Circus

A surreal boulevard peopled with dreams

crowds fused into melted mass of humanity.

I walk on a steel veined tightrope

into the shadows, nothing is what

it seems –illusion of roller coaster grief.

Trapeze emotions cascade to sawdust floor -

no nets below just frozen ponds of applause.

I tumble on the dirt back alley in my head -

clowns taking up residence in my brain

weight of elephants trodding on my soul,

a ringmaster losing control as music

plays on with no sound as I flail

in the laughter of onlookers.

I twist and turn to the sounds

of animals louder than my angst

my face painted with crazy colors

secret inner circus of my mind.