Merry go round


MERRY GO ROUND
The horse is held in paused air
And I hold my breath.
It’s flawed self flows on
The endless merry go round
Stopping only for death.
I feel I am this plastic horse,
Beneath the gaudy painted shell,
Yet bound and dancing ,dancing.
It’s eyes do not flicker
But mine are weeping caustic tears
And the plastic’s melting.
I fall out ,naked , frightened
To gaze into the winking eye of neverness.
And I stand watching myself ,
Trapped inside a plastic horse,
Scratching the surface of my dreams
But I am bound
dancing, dancing



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