Personal Sideshow

It was a five ringed circus Complete with the ragged remains of a tourniquet Heavily fringed by the under eye baggage of a bloated nefarious Clown soul that is Blowing across the freeway garnished with the white plastic baggies From the local supermarket factory Now fluttering like proud flags from the tops of trees Spawned by an alien race It was on a highway headed home that I nearly ran over a kid high on societal delusion and Upon pulling over near the canyon's edge I shouted towards this cipher to no avail A wind tunnel Afterwards a mumbled mixed nursery rhyme While hobbling away with a hollow body That floated over curb blocks and arby's remains Into a distance that was too vast to measure Was all I was sure of In this I saw the effigy transformation that Grasps everyone from time to time If only the magnetic train could ram through the clouds Speaking directly to synapses long derailed With the urgency of a needed 7 beer urination during protracted conversation Let me go Looking deep into this mirror to see the molecules swirling About this illusionary image reflected Some wells runs deep Some are saucers filled with swampy oil Self created sideshows with a surplus of freaks Oh yes The rest is purely the constructs of madmen and deviant spirits Itching to burn the dermis and the frontal cortex Plus limbic Tricks and trades of the craft Welcoming a spill out of the most financially false origin Singing like a lark touching both wires 200,000 volts of pure pleasure Spell patterns of truth for the first time Ah, the self of self is running on electrons and vapors Smiling like a netted acrobat The unicycle is unmanned Gyrating though this monkey business Yet the music continues on