Carnival

It's someone else's turn to hold the sun up. I'm going on the Gravitron.

beneath the vapor trails and intentions
left by the wars of dying fireworks,

there were american summer skies
that would laugh off any threats made
by distant thunder or carnival's end,
and i remember moments spent dissolving
into the millions of ferris wheel lights
as they painted a warm evening breeze
over the technicolor shadows on the lawn,
until love itself turned into gravity.

but they're gone now, of course,
and i know that well.

but it doesn't stop me from sitting here,
in the backseat of a getaway car
decommissioned ten years gone
by dreams too fast to outlive their youth,

licking my wounds and tracing back over
the acres of parking lots, vacancy signs,
hasty hearts, and reckless promises
telescoping on the far side of a windshield
homesick for the junkyard, and waiting
for emotions to fuse with fresh-cut grass.

and these eyes are too full of diamonds
to see any silver lining.

Reviews

[Crayon]

This is just so amazing, I can't get over it. The images you painted in my brain are hauntingly stunning. SO amazing!

[ju]

this is beautiful. so much to like- the over all feel of the write, very strong. and i love: "....until love itself turned into gravity."

[Emily B]

while I've been here I have seen lots of poets come and go who had a way with pretty words, who could stack them high and in the most cunning ways, they didn't always have heart, the edifice built wasn't anything near a home for one's heart, but these words are

so glad you joined us here

[_mal]

You ended this really well, you've got a way with words.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

but it doesn't stop me from sitting here,
in the backseat of a getaway car
decommissioned ten years gone
by dreams too fast to outlive their youth,

this is my favourite stanza and believe me every stanza is brilliant in this poem.

That feeling of being alone, that there is no one left there.

Excellent poem my friend.

[Letemdangle]

We lost our Exhibition in Ottawa for this coming year. I can feel your loneliness in this.

[Letemdangle]

We lost our Exhibition in Ottawa for this coming year. I can feel your loneliness in this.