My Circus

Life is a circus--it doesn't always make sense and is quite colorful or frightening.

A calm aglow spoils the unpredictable.

Nothing. Gone.

Every day is a fiction of new design of that instant thrill-ride.

Imagine an electric art: my circus

A helix paradox, in an enormous crowd in cashmere.

This circus is my design.

My architectural fire bone of the dead.

My circus my innovation of innovations.

I see no wonder of this grand dream!

Sassy! Chic! Daring! Mind-blowing! Smooth!

Returning to save a magic soul of ice for my collection in the circus my loot.

My soldier banshee army festival and I am their fierce master to keep.

Entertaining.

This delicious allure I married my mad circus.

Here’s a slice more to share, to eat, and to digest

A divine griffin upon its hollow beauty will watch from my palm to search the future.

My circus is a challenger"elite and a masterpiece of history with designs in golden letters!

A touch of a kiss from a light star.

Fashion is not a game in my mad circus.

My market, my imagination from inspiration given from wisdom that swings, wisdom that kicks.

This circus is justified into your battle. Whatever that may be.

If you will…want to join…

We meet, this circus, after sunset as an exquisite moonlight comes.

Eliminate control when I welcome you into my circus. Just enjoy the show!

Author's Note

If this poem does not make any sense, that is the point, but if it is incoherent, please feel free to ask questions.

Reviews

[Sonia Walker]

GalaxyGhost, your poem, "My Circus" is an open house in which the guests are surprised in what awaits them. Your descriptive words of wonder are a collection of unique items found within your imagination or framework of your "circus home." They are full of surprises similar to what a circus offers its audience. Your poem is not incoherent----it is creative. ~ Sonia

[GalaxyGhost]

Thanks for reviewing it!