Poetry

my head
spins unevenly as the
world tilts and turns
topsy
turvy the circus is
here tonight as
Batman
flies low and
Spider-man weaves
baskets the Joker
dances in the ring
as Robin jumps through
rings of fire
as we all go down
down, down
and the flames
rise and the
lights blind us
we all flee beneath
the Sirens
calling us home
to death as the
skin puckers and
rips to be worn
as a second skin
a coat of arms
hangs
at the entrance
as we fall into
the pit of
despair
as the circus leaves
us on the ground
topsy - turvy
never right again