Circus

By Matt Hardy via Pexels

Can you taste
the heartbreak turns
of a racing track?

Each clash, the chariot pace
of collision thunder from the gates,
of an audience starving in their seats

striving for the rebound beat.
I say,
“You can’t see much

this way”, I got
deserts in my lungs
and drummer’s hooves rumbling along.

Never mind reins and
wraparound dreams
are much the same,

at least
I think it seems,
scaling around the spina length.

Another banner. Another wave,
making circles of the same,
same place.