Poems from carosel
my hair is dark
in the summer time
before it was light
in the winter
it doesn't really
make any sense
it was different before
but before I...
perhaps
the story
goes differently
this time
just like
the last time
icarus falls
but this time
someone is there
to break his fall...
This watch staring up at me
It's face whispering,
you can't live without me
repeating again as eras pass over
every chance to be triumphant...
I find myself reaching to find my pulse
searching for the steady sign
that I am still alive
Fingers pressed down on wrists
digging...
It finds you
in the early evenings
slithering past ankles
willing to be bit
until it circles you
frozen with the news of
abandonment-...