A Carnival glows

Songs that haunt, the actions that breath.

red-light signals, chopping lights
Skin? The white elephant in the room.

Are you going to give it a try?
Standardized testing; smoke signals from afar.
The path looks well-played, dusty, frames within frames.
The doorway, the window, the crooked parts of the body fitting like puzzle pieces
"Its just a game," the song's lyrics take a turn.

Colors mean something, as the pen slips off the page.
The scribbles become a mess, the words no longer legible.

two boxers in the ring, the body takes ringside.
heart and brain duke it out over the irrelevant emotions.

She takes off her hat and recites the front page news, with no confirmed sources.
She's got a muse, and he knows it.

He's the source, and he isn't talking.

This game will continue: a carousel.
simple, childlike, turning and turning,
but it's still beautiful; even if it doesn't take us anywhere.