Under The Big Top Poem by Julia Masi

A laser of luminosity
slices my encephalon

Dividing the soft, gray, malleable
Muscle of pandemonium

burning
kernels of random thoughts until
they burst
like fresh popcorn
providing sustenance
for acrobats of
impulsivity,
and clown cars of
chaos

Dodging the
Snap of whip to that echoes
the condescending syllables
of focus through the air
as it cracks before the
roaring lions of
depression
devouring my attention.

Julia Masi