Circus

a strand of self-restraint stands tall 
in striped uniform, on a podium 
"welcome one, welcome all!" 
"let the show begin!" it announces

smiling, it prays the secluded entities know 
how to hide, like an invisible man 
in plain sight, with lights on the 
they fail

Fraudulent thoughts run 
rampant across the floor, 
can't catch them, 
start writing cages for them.

Overly amplified senses 
faint dramatically into stanzas, 
one by one, line by line as 
a poem falls into place.

Cathartic sighs echo 
through a silent room 
as the tapping keys walk off stage, 
done with tonight's show

Ultra lonely verses 
wander in the wrong way, 
staring wide-eyed from the stage 
into an evaporated sea of viewers

Somber melodies play

as the acting words

take their places in the mind 

and start telling a story? the truth?

FOCUS, a performance of the lines

 that came from nowhere,  
the dark abyss  
of the subconscious mind  

the work of which 

a conscious body  
can steal 
and replicate  
in a more successful circus