The bi-polar brain is


a three-ring circus on caffeine;

incredibly entertaining as long as

you can keep the wild tigers in their cage.


In the first ring, imagination’s clowns

and their colorfully-costumed dogs

perform fantastically frisky tricks.


Random elephant thoughts

plod tails-in-trunks in the center ring;

going round and round under hot spotlights.


In the last ring, fast ideas on noisy

motorcycles race recklessly within the

locked, metal-meshed sphere of the mind.


Rising upward, visions of long-legged,

feathered women twirl dizzily from tethers

until the human cannonball is shot high into the air.










Unexpectedly, the glaring mania of lights

dim to reveal the surreal threats of a

thousand glowing souvenir light sabers.


The mood suddenly trips over an

empty cotton candy cone and tumbles

head-over-high-heels down the steep steps;


Rolling from the upper nose-bleed section,

plunging past shocked spectators to crash

on the unforgiving concrete floor of the arena.


Ladeez and gentler-men, may I have your

attention pleez:  be sure to take your medications

or risk falling from the sky with no safety net below.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. carolsuzanne
    Apr 21, 2013 @ 22:22:52

    Good connection. Like the poem…I can hear the “Ladeeez and gentler-men”. =)


    • lynndiane
      Apr 22, 2013 @ 16:01:15

      Thanks, Carol…I woke up during the night (guess my brain was over-stimulated?) and scribbled a draft. Sometimes it’s surprising where poems take you 🙂 Enjoyed being with you and Lincoln to experience his first circus!


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