Carousel

Showed to the

Virulent street,

An embittered jaunt

From limo

To ebony

Faceless steeple

Leaning,

Dark arts

A lesson to

Slather on hot

Plastic keys,

The ticker tape a

Reminder

Of solemn reasoning.

Midday,

No shine to embolden

A hunched suit about to

Bust,

Dried bread

In hands

Turning the small bowl of

Lunch stew,

What haunts to orchestrate into

Evening,

Tricks of the ancient

Covens,

The sad waltz of

Exiting

Players,

Trailing down to

A solitary clue to

Financial mazes

Flickering

Across the flaring

Mercurial screen,

Eye deliriums

Flashing over

The ticker tape carousel,

Each code an animal

Leaping into

Planetary confusion,

Of Santeria spun

To darkened hopes

Traipsing,

Roaring cabs testing

Strips of friction,

Roaring legs to

Throw back muddy

Shots to

In dingy blushing

Theaters way on

The other side

Of town,

Roaring cradles of

Limp eyed

Passengers

Going over the

Rutted avenues

Back where the

Fences welcome

Them into

Consecrated homes,

Ragged films to be

Stowed,

Coats to

Hang vertical,

The space

Gathered

For resting

Roundabouts,

Breathless bulls

To turn down

For another night…

Crossing Over

As moments enliven,

You cross over to

My depths.

 

Folded in sacramental

Mystery,

Judged not by racing

Clocks blowing off steam…

 

Your vision ropes my

Starless advance,

Woods shaded,

Fallen spark.

 

Intrepid wisdom

Of paths

Intercepted,

Traces beamed

To completeness.

A storm you

Must wander along,

Taken to an

Icy page coursing

Its own poetic tour…