I want to run

away and join the circus.

In this the teenage

of my growing older I want

those who expect to wake

up and find me sleeping in

the same bed to find me

gone. The note will read,

“Gone for a Clown,” or “Gone

for a Lion Tamer,” but “Gone

for Good” to Join the Circus. I’ve

seen enough outside the

Big Top. It’s not so

great. Here the risks are

glamorous and entertaining.

Three rings are all I need

of wonder and miracles abound.

Just listen to the Ringmaster,

“Ladies and Gentlemen,

I direct your attention

high above the arena floor

and request complete silence,

please, for the first time here

or anywhere in the world,

this death defying life.”