a carousel
with all those mirrors
distorting the view,
I am too high and now too low
can't quite see myself
losing my focus
the psychedelic zebra
leads the way
and the galloping stallion,
never seem to pass me
sitting on this ostrich
hiding it's head
I slide down the neck
and a hippo behind us
breaks loose and stampedes
as I hide between the legs,
of a dromedary stocking up
on water,
then takes off
carrying children
to a far off desert
at that moment I hitch
a ride on a leopard
constantly changing its spots
I fall into a circle of darkness
climbing up the quarter note
scribed by a messianic missionary
throwing in his towel
we both join an elephant pack
marching off to China, where a panda
sits and collects refuse
gears grinding an old calliope tune
pink clouds on a stick
and belgian waffles.
left at the gate the jackal jumps
the wall
