round and round and round the merry-go-round.
pictures frame pretty faces
the seat beside me is soft, warm, still
the shoes, clothes are new, and blue
the lost is too. lays asleep,
tender as a newborn babe
the world ate alive
the green eyes/gold curls.
pedaling on and on.
wheels turning, cycle spinning
round and round and round
until the circus stops.
By.
they blame it on the uni-cycle.
I blame it on the tight-rope.