carnival

i never liked roller coasters

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

with no harness to my soul

roaring through the fog

screams come in weightless free-fall

and then as if in a trance

the rush of the climb finds gravity

with eyes closed

i search for my rooted resilience

that ever growing twig

hiding among wildflower fields

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

where echoes of times past try to embrace me

to when a jolly soul with his cookie breath

or that midnight tooth sleuth

birthed a hope

floating along a river calm

where faith was a silent friend

when rose colored glasses were but a pretty trinket

no fear of a wolf in the shadows waiting to be fed

where instead piles of leaves giggled back at me

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

where red velvet curtains sway

hiding the weird mangled bits

where a coin and twisted curiosity

will give you a different view

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

where thoughts stick

like cotton candy glue

riding that sugar wave

an addictive rush

until its dead end

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

where flowers thought pretty

spray of stale laughter

hiding behind painted smiles

…yet here i am

in this traveling carnival show

where buckets drip of dreams

from ferris wheels in a balloon filled sky

around they go

until rust takes hold

and slows the parade

…yet still

here i am

in this traveling carnival show

riding

feeding these falls

all the while hidden

within the folds of my screams

lingers still a hope

resting upon my breast

blisters now

from my every burn

but even pained it still tries to drive

my every haphazard course

upon this track

where my inconvenient heart resides

in its traveling carnival show