edges of once people, now children strangely
chemically assorted to this arrangement of earthly positioning
here, so i am where stars are never noticed
cackles of bloodied faces, atmosphere of
anywhere else someone would question "what's happening?!"
and slowly disappear among the mad, fluid night air
the silver carnaval, many pages past i walk through dream now
once staggering, musing awkwardly under legs or golf clubs
a game for amusement.. right, for fun?
nostalgia that thing like taffy thick, sweet but not
quite, down the throa.. candy unwrapped and exchanged from a stranger's
face locking eyes scarcely from behind a blind mind
except his involuntary squint - confusion founded haunted
only when so far away.. one is so far away he doesn't even know
carnival puzzled, almost drawing closed his two shades, then undone flung as if
a last glimpse had wondered "had the sun bade goodnight yet
did i see black or blue" the moment in the dark between
the foot rising - the last step had already been acquired
press into air then body pushed ahead into who knows where
this tacit double-minded book front, oldest pages' dust had whispered them as child
a simple moment when my life's reaped wealth, well accounted
for the wettening of.. the desert highway man, the unnamed soul
my pocket cannot drench, what i could give if only we'd met elsewhere..
not this ghost house we all keep interest in our mind, till we've entered
restrained to stay "ourselves" stay stay stay
a man is seen in a field, only the wise understand what maze he finds himself in