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.
