Carnivals

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!