TIGHTROPE

The connoisseur, the juggler                             

The madam and monsieur

Finest of strayed tightropes

Across the thermosphere

From one side to another

Only to make it part way

When the searing begins

The grasping and clasping

Holding on for dear life

The frays and the sways

Bouncing to and fro'

A few bruises

Cracked ribs

The dry tongue at the palette of the mouth

Attempting to find some bit of moisture

As it crashes

No trampoline in sight!

Cracked asphalt instead

Falling, Falling!

Nightmares increase

Screaming and shrieking out

For some sort of release!

A gentle dove hallucinatory

Gathers wholly from above

To soften the blow

Feather-like clouds

A Gasp

A Clasp

Come to a screeching halt

Head found soft upon the pillow

"Another Day,  Another Dollar"

Another Balancing Act!