Roll Up, Roll Up Poem by Andy Brookes

shall I let you see the circus in my head?
those clowns sir, equipped with quips, are recompense

trapezium thoughts left better unsaid.
genuflection a reflex action acted upon

Muse growling ringmaster, no mistress, mistaken,
whip cracking spinning sinister wicked smiles
dashing devil may care dominatrix.

shining bright eyes cast me into a sawdust quandary
balleting words on slivers of tight ropes.
pirouetting, a seductive balancing, combative high wire foes.

shooting me out a cannon no safety net, dear reader I died.