Thinking of carnivals...
The city comes gushing;
The world spins round and round;
In pink frock and cotton-candy,
The girl lost cannot be found;
Such silence thunderous in the noise,
Not so happy naked breasts,While the ponies leap pretending to find her,
Behind a purple mask she rests.
When the carousels conspire,
Sealing the fate of the carnival,
Bulbs go off and on,
Lovers hold hands;
Cotton candies and lollipops,Revolving ponies and scurrying rabbits;
The masquerade held like two frames of a movie,
Stepping back now and stepping ahead now,Fake smiles, fake eyes, fake joys all,
Revealing the goodness of everything fake,And the joys derived from magical make-believes,
The carousels conspire,
Tossing the riders up, up, up, in the air!