in flashing bulbs of light the prancing pretty ponies enveloped in vertigo silk
that circular song can not focus on a point in this orbit, I am bound
perpetual motion- steals my breath- this carnival, has teeth!
(edit: just now after posting…)
among glaring pulsing bulbs those prancing pretty ponies enveloped in vertigo silks hand painted, chipped from age white teeth grin wide
that circular song on and on can not focus on a single point as the closed loop is sewn in this orbit, I am bound
perpetual motion- up ! and the down- steals my breath- this carnival, (fear now) this carnival… has teeth!
notes: this one started out as an exercise in Haiku (5/7/5).. and then went somewhere else, much like Mr. Bungle this defies the norm of the genre but respects the core of it… well, at least that was the intention… I was thinking about how out of control my mind goes when wrapped up in the maelstrom of work.. did I seek out this chaos or am I just a fish biting the baited hook? with my age and experience I should not be so easily deceived… I think… but … it is a struggle, to know you are on a ride and hop off to sit on the picnic bench for a minute… and just breathe, you are not in charge of the world, the entire world is not crumbling, perspective and a deep breath goes a long way…
Shades of My Garden 