On this carousel, I wait and watch for you
My long lost something or other (what could you be to me?)
But what use is it to sit here and wait?
Day and month and year blur
and it's so dull and I'm not even that happy
But I'm not even that sad or sad at all
Still happier than I have been in over a year. Not content but satisfactory
I did not see how deep I swam
Until somewhere near late spring
When your fingers wrapped around my throat in the illusion of breathing
does that make sense?
And it is like a carousel
which only you can take me off
Round and round, begin again
with all the fake everything
and saccharine bells
And then you make me see things for what they are
and I get off mid-spin, uh oh,
careful now, look out for black ice
Look out for the blue ribbon,
red ribbons follow in its wake
And I trip over the minor key
which we've been fogging with major
For a while now
Silly me, I spoke too soon.
(25th November 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
