Trick Writer

Clinging tight tossed to and fro
and hanging from a wire.
Toes clenched tight and peer below,
into the net expire.

Wrapped in twisted twines and knots
rope burns on my neck.
This doesn't fit . it just slips slot.
My thoughts the keys I've wrecked.

I hear the roar of disturbance,
Sparkling ivory glistens.
Slamming hard ..no second chance.
My heart a pumping piston.

Standing on my head to sleep.
At least that's how it feels.
Into my crown the blood pools deep.
Obsession plays in reels.

Can the beast..he smell the blood?
It signifies the process.
Amidst it all the crust of crud.
Why can't more be less?

Into the ring my soul is thrust
Come one and please come all.
The one who holds the whip I trust
the curtain's final draw.