My brain doesn’t

think

it leaps
out of the gate
bucking furiously
over normality’s head

racing

from one extreme to the other:

adoration
repulsion

elation
despair

bravado
terror

scattering rationality
with its horns
as it hurtles
back and forth
across the arena

and I

can only stand and watch
clown-clothed and
equipped with a
butterfly net
when a lasso
is what I need

diving
into barrels
to escape

its rampage.