Inhibition

Circus

Bubbles lift from the bottom of the glass,

Inside I’m trapped; there’s no going back.

Drowning in between each dark sip.

There’s no way to warn the wayfarer

Who tries to quench their thirst.

Milky white foam pours on the table.

Sloshing water back and forth,

My whole world is turned asunder.

I’m pressed against the glass once again.

If only I could grant them one simple wish!

If only they’d see when they drink me, they lose me.

If only, they knew my name.

“How many balls can you really juggle?”

             After a while, every song feels like it’s the same.

             Stuck on a loop from some unseen radio.

Spotlight bright. Constantly assessing.

“Ladies and Gentleman….”

            “Boys and Girls….”

                    “Children of all ages….”

Point. Direct. Guide the eyes to misdirection.

             Lions through flaming hoops.

            The crowd roars. The colours bright.

“Excuse me, are you the manager?”