Waking up I’m in a circus.
Why would I call it a circus, it’s clearly a carnival.
Oh! Now I see it there’s the tent, the eagle pointed to it running with us towards the fun.
The pot hole jumped up screaming “turn around, its no fun in there!”
Jumping with glee I missed the warning and fell in the hole myself.
The eagle giggled and continued to fly
I wept as I watched the blood flow from the hole in my knee
a frog swam out
a yellow frog.
His ravenous tongue swatting at the pigeons
a mouth full later he seems to remember “I forgot to introduce myself.”
the Duke of Blue and Yellow Above and Below diving with the bunny is my game.
I can’t remember why I’m here, perhaps to tell you that security is futile.
You will die with the pigeons in my stomach.
Waking up I’m in my room
orange all around
the bouncy balls ricochet off the walls and break my precious stone frog.
Not wanting to know the pain of life I go on with blinders at my side.
Why oh why am I blind? Never to see the beauty of the tent the eagle laughed about, or the blood the frog was born from.