Circus Act


You’re a tumbling toy,

balance act brother

floating in from somewhere new.

I’m seductive seating,

grasping your audience and attention

pulling the tent inside me.

Let’s break the barrier and bonds,

get down to crappy circus calculations

Of  when to ride and release.

So what’s it going to be?

One chance to stick it or hit it.

You’re a gaggling garbage clown

hitting the heights for laughs.

I’m a tottering trapeze swinging.

Grab the reins and let’s ride.

Big tent time,

dying to finish the finale.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My life is a circus act.

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