spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Painted cheeks and a fistful of tokens Girly giggles tugging daddy’s hand with Cotton candy fingers Screaming horses stampeding past Wearing saddles of red and blue A trumpeting elephant, trunk held high The giant white rooster’s purple saddle Garish music begins slowly Building in… Continue Reading “Carousel (meet me at the carnival pt 2)”
Poetry by Charles Joseph
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