Poems from carosel

my hair is dark in the summer time before it was light in the winter it doesn't really  make any sense it was different before but before I...
perhaps  the story goes differently  this time just like  the last time icarus falls but this time someone is there to break his fall...
This watch staring up at me It's face whispering, you can't live without me repeating again as eras pass over every chance to be triumphant...
I find myself reaching to find my pulse searching for the steady sign  that I am still alive    Fingers pressed down on wrists digging...
It finds you  in the early evenings  slithering past ankles  willing to be bit until it circles you  frozen with the news of abandonment-...