The electric circus

 

The electric circus

provides no solitude.

 

In this forest of neurons

I dance delicately.

 

Contortionist operates

my roller coasters,

 

makes them twist indeterminably.

Though, I do not fault him

 

for doing what he loves

I would, if I had the time.

 

The electric circus spins

relentlessly, fires and backfires,

 

throws children through fences,

burns down all the carnival rides