Death of The Carnival Boy – (NaPoWriMo – 11th April)

She was the sweetest thing Carnival Boy.
Tell me the one about candles
floating in tears.
The bedsheets under red lights
or the wall where the ocean froze.
You remember do you Carnival Boy?
How both of you rode the bump cars to the desert
as she waited in her room
to come.
Or one about home:
A revelry of bass lines smothered in puke
and the fervor of love –
red lights
white lights,
no lights,
changing, from the sound of post-coitus
to the staccato wails of Dubai and Manila traffic.
Rest now Carnival Boy
for the merry-go round has stopped.
Close it down, that carnival on the hill.
Until the rust has taken it back.
Sleep Carnival Boy.


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