"Your carousels are player pianos,"
tempered dust clung
breeze fell on the welded Castor
os brother is ridden with kings


"Your carousels are player pianos"
and smashed the tango in burnt out floorboards so
tied knots in the handrails;
scratched the ceiling in twilight


"Your carousels are player pianos"
I painted your sky in silver and you bound its hands to the sun
rearranged your constellations
or took the liberty of redesigning the stars
so they are made of cats



"Your carousels are player pianos"
the captain hid in the cracks
who scribbled down your notes, and how they revolt

revising the star-related plan,
now it involves many typewriters


"carousels carousels carousels carousels carousels"
he paints waves of grain
into the bellows thrown the alphabets; watercolor into
into the smoldering sun

"are are are are are"
I will reprogram the horses
their mouths the windowlights devour the puddles
shone downward like a broken bottle on the sidewalk
as they wrap the children in sky-blue yarn


"pianos pianos pianos pianos pianos"
who lied to the children about the moonlight
and hung the lantern below the trees