“Morning of the carnival”

The wheel escapes the garden

In light. A bright carnival is

Bathed in sunlight, as the morn

I was born and lost that night,

Escapes stereotype

A mouse, Speedy Rodriguez

Drives into the grass, first Madness, calls Ramjet, infectious in his caged kingdom, simple smiles at him

Twit, twit, can’t reach the blackbird, simple song, a life what it is and hard and simple,

Blackbird sing of black Light,

Caged, with a face

Full of peaches. Smile near his

Rainbow, his crown of sunlight

He marches for the blackbird

Serenading in the garden. Mad for love of the carnival morn.

This morn, watching Ramjet,

I’m dancing, green joined to heaven, heaven lit garden. Old mad man comes out with his goggles on,

Likes to watch while I get the blame, saying, “she’s not even a real lesbian”. But I dance, I started once and will not stop

Mad as a spinning top.

Like I’m sweat incarnate, like I’m fucking her, penetrate the soul,

Like she’s there, the solution, even in the garden, like I’ll never stop spinning top.

For her, serenade in the garden, rose to heaven, climax in the morn of carnival.

Imhuman curse, the men, the women, they fail, skipping mice that never rose.

Mad words, echoing, no longer real, or from them; around, their shadows crawl

Accordingly. Cast back by beauty

And song. For them, time zips up, for their deceit

Jesus will come. For me, I will live, in the morn of her shadow, and if it called madness

Let the morn come, the carnival that escapes dimension, my life’s tone.

All the pieces, caged wildness for her heart, shadowboxing, shadowdance,

shadow drum, madness born with the advent of the inhuman, and to long for

The moment I was born, light that bares her shadow, hung over all, over cage and song

Over lifes tone, escaped dimension: door into Carnival, door unsealed, within.

Escapes inhuman, writes her shadow, creates madness and Love, all born

Carnival of morn