Boom

 I jump through the hoops and vault over poles

And trapeze in the air over moth-eaten mats

Hoping for at least some perfunctory claps

To tide over dull barren days.

But each long night new hurdles conjures,

And throwing a sack over unprepared eyes

Stuffs me in a canon and lights up the fuse

To heave my skin over gravel and thorn,

All to eke laughters from crowds.

Hobbling and stumbling with torn tattered rags

I roleplay the loon and tighten all cords

And wait for the detonating boom.