"carny" poems
The rides full of adrenaline
The crowd full of laughter
The air full of a variety of smells
A carnival
A place of fun and enrichment
The carny grounds
Someone ends up hurt
Dies on sight
A carnival
Now a place that is closed
An empty place
Full of empty rides
Silent laughter
A carnival
Only a place of dares and bad choices
More death arises
More lost souls wandering
The carny grounds beginning to fill again
A carnival
No longer a place of fun and enjoyment
Screams fill the air in the night
Rides never stop running
A haunting of what was once a beautiful place
A haunted carnival
A place where the spirits roam
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
I lap up your wetness
like a kitten its milk.
I wash my face with your moisture,
you wiggle and moan.
You swallow me whole,
like some carny performer.
Emptied, I sigh,
You lick your lips and grin.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
It was about fifteen years ago
No romantic notions
No grand stories
Just another part of my strange journey
For a high school dropout
It was a wooden bed
In a blue storage trailer
One and a half month long
Sleep deprived
Long drive
From site to site
One week
Per city
Doing my laundry
At laundry matts
With strange pretty girls
Hanging at a bar
Playing slutty slot machines
No drinking
Cause I was only nineteen
It was two vets
From different wars
Smoking *** in the morning
It was my first *** buzz
Staring stupidly up
At the ceiling
The strangest set of strangers
Bathing in the back of a semi
Getting lunch with a lemon punch
Using carny credit
It was sketching for a distraction
No artistic satisfaction
Very few journal entries
And those journals are now lost
Searching for myself
As all young men do
In the end it was just another job
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
I am Bear Lady
and you are Toucan Man —
Fur and feathered backs
against a striped tent.
Cut-off like tickets,
crowds melting Dali-like
in the distance
from crystalline eyes,
frozen in time…
Wings graze skin and
fur can’t compete.
The electricity of
our eccentricity
is freakish,
yet with every touch,
I feel less like a freak.
My history
of hoop jumping
tightrope walking,
and captivity
dissolve transparently
as I search deep,
deep,
deep,
into supernova eyes —
they outshine
this circus life,
this love for applause,
the performance inside.
As I gaze into
frozen pools,
the broken chords
of carny music
da da da-da-da-da drown.
The morning quiet,
muddled coffee grinds
are sensitive and silent,
chilling me to the soul.
Earth, a peripheral,
to pupils that absorb
mine full-force,
until I can’t see
this galaxy anymore,
save green starbursts,
my light source.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Thirteen roses in a row
Red rain falls,
Don't you know
Down the window
Pain it goes
In the gutters
Through the nose
Where's the thunder
When it flows...?
*(Chorus)
Wrapped around
The gauze that's stained
What difference snow?
The same as pain
When it melts
It's just rain.*
Withered flowers.
Falling leaves.
It's a howling in the eaves
It's the cult the
Maimed believe
No one cares.
No one grieves.
Cover up.
Long jeans & sleeves.
Razors are a water slide
On track like
A carny ride
Over arms & over thighs
Release all
The pain inside
(Chorus)
It's an ocean
Where we sail
A coin that can be
Heads or tails
A lover's letter,
Or junk mail
A piece of garbage.
Holy grail.
(Chorus)
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/23/2017
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Covenant park central
parallel, east-side west
waiting on the print defender
(and Lichaten queen)
he appears randomly, and distorted
with a broken smile
shuffling down the Smithright trail
with his Mac Tack and cinnamon shades
(sun bags and thrift ware stacked neck high
on a rusted rat-trap)
An open end panel van crashes the curb
as the long-board dodges the tail
and kicks up some flare
the plumb tree and Sunbeam double wide
hold steady in the driver's fish eye
as the warehouse carny and "tire-less" 510
shine brilliantly...
in the dull, dripping scene
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
they're the worst, and i mean that literally
imagine this, imagine that
everything that terrifies you, from any age that you've been
from the things that barely ***** you to the things that you are deathly afraid of
under one tent, an old worn down halloween coloured carny tent, filled with broken down rides and fallen apart structures and lit only by the moon
all with one intent, all of them working together to reach one goal
to get you, and have their way with you
and you can't fight back, every time you try to, they just get stronger
so you do the one thing you can do at this point
you run
you run faster then you ever have before, and none of this weird *** dream running where you move slowly when you're trying to run
i mean full out sprinting
you run and try to escape
but there's no way out, the holed purple and orange walls of the tent flap in the wind but when you go to touch them, they fill and turn solid
solid concrete below three inches of dirt, and you can't see anything to climb
you run and try to hide
the lesser terrors might try to help you.
trying to convince you that this place is safe, or to let them lead the others off of your trail
but they never tell the truth, they only do one thing
they help the greater terrors find you
so you refuse their help, shooing them away, and you survive for a bit longer
but its always the same, in the end, no matter what you try, every time it ends the same way
they find you, hiding on top of one of the structures, in a little cave, somewhere in one of the rides
and you're tortured
you're tortured worse than you ever thought that a being would do
sometimes your tongue is split into thirds from side to side, and is then cut from front to back
sometimes your limbs and body are twisted and contorted into strange shapes, making you into human art
you foolishly believed that these things might have a heart and not make it as slow and painful as they could
well you're right for the first bit, they do have a heart of sorts
after they're done playing with you
after they're done toying with your body
they don't just let you be, leave you where you are to stay there in agony
no, they **** you
nothing extra, nothing complex
just a stab through the heart, a ripping off of the head, and you're gone
unless they're being crueler
at which point, you have the option of fighting back
or letting them **** you in a gruesome way, hanging you from a rope over an open tank of water with lots of hungry creatures eagerly awaiting your fall
at least, that's what you think they do, you're never asleep long enough to find out
and that's why youre glad that they've only now begun to come and get you while you're awake
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
I dig Joe Rogan
Suheir Hammad
And Alix Olson
Truth seeking
Artists
I dig Howard Zinn
And Noam Chomsky
Dead intellectuals
Truth seekers
I dig Marty
McConnell
And Jason Carny
Poet lovers
Of Humanity
I dig Shakespeare
Mark Twain
Edgar Allen Poe
Emily Dickenson
John Keats
Percy Shelley
Ginsburg and the other Beats
Writers and poets
I will never meet
I dig The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
The John Oliver Show
The Young Turks
News and fake news
Comedy Shows
That expose
Deep truth
I don’t dig me
Always
But I like you
And all the potential
You hold
You are not a black hole
But a blazing star
Waiting to blow
Waiting to be born
The only good form
Of a hydrogen bomb
That reminds me
I dig Einstein
Tesla, Da Vinci
Gandhi Thoreau
Bruce Lee
Great Minds
That are dead
My list goes on
Forever in my head
So instead of
A dissertation of love
I would like to know
Who do you dig bro?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
I met a carny yesterday,
said he just got back from
a long stay at Guantanamo Bay,
that water-boarding didn't hurt
as long they used warm water.
That guy was a card,
but I wasn't buying
what he told me,
I ain't no mark.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
caught a snag in my fitzgerald, my blood full of carny folk
and very mustard stars, strung on a rope... been lax though my icebox.
totally chill, till the wind kicks up a firestorm from a lit cigarette
in a cyclone. i eat too many things that never knew me.
and my cane is a blade of grass.
i;m wearing blue flats and hovering over a coal miners daughter
and she is in awe. i park my things in her handbag, and hold my breath.
i let god do my bangs in the front, to hide the eye that can't stop
staring at yyyyooouuu...... i feel something brush my leg all the time now, and we haven't blinked in years.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
.
O the trender souls who keep
Spewing their ladled ornaments,
Words even a dull, starving bird
Would not gobble, plastic pieces,
Rambles of thought, unthought,
Pretty sounding, shiny trinkets,
Merely nailed by some old book,
Or a dog eared dictionary, maybe,
Some pulpy article wherein hacks,
Dreamt with loss, sad aspirations,
These are the dug trailings of fools,
Lazy, writers who fancy themselves,
Fancying themselves, in a black mirror,
Merciful as imagination and delusion,
O how the neophyte sings without any
Voice, nor depth, nor taste, nor blood,
Conscious revels in unconsciousness,
O but lame awaits the vain, the shallow,
The self proclaimed, the peacock, but, their
Showtime is only something base, something
Not and ghost peculiar, something only a carny
Would know to mock, revile as he promotes.
How glittering are the newest word baubles,
Blathering speak to mask all faceless souls,
Twaddle, twitterings, revered by simpletons.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
This love this hate that no nose can escape I'm dangling with my fate surrounded by caution tape, meanest scene they ever saw blood Splattered all over the wall 2 corpses found dead this man must of gone awol, Bodies all over the scene blood red apples that used to be green why do people got to be So mean? Holy **** galore hordes of bodies under the floor boards head count increasing 23 to 4 score, scars all down my arms teachers seem alarmed but the ones they don't see cause the most harm, Bodies all over the scene blood red apples that used to be green why do people have to be so mean? Hope the parents see I'm sorry but at school it's one kid against a army a pack of wolves that try to harm me treated like a carny a freak even when I dont speak that's there response to me trying to be unique....
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Take a carny ride
at high noon,
or in a midnight sky
under a crescent moon.
You can hear
the moonlight say
that the night is a good deal,
while the night says,
the moon knows that we are here
to pack a wallop.
But the Stars ignore
the Moon's stolen light,
knowing that they
will soon be dust..
while they spend
wistfully useless hours.
wondering if
the only reason
Time exists
is so that
everything
doesn't happen at once.
Then, all at once,
they were able
to leave
well enough alone.
end © 2013
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
You are the only thing keeping me alive.
Holding my head up above water like a daddy and his baby,
but holding me down to stay on Earth.
Holding me close to protect me from the harmful world,
but letting me explore the beauties of the dark hearts.
You love me for me like no one else.
You understand the pain and torture I put myself through.
You see my true self behind my empty eyes
and show me a love I never knew existed.
You love me with no exception; cracks, pink scars, dark heart and all.
You see my fake smile and hear my fake laugh,
holding the weight of a thousand worlds in only the small palms of my hands to please everyone,
to show them the Carny that I am.
But you don't care about everyone else, only your and my dark heart.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
The falcon stole the sea
Soft pebbles broke
Beneath my blistered feet
Dark dreams of water
Black waves drowning
The very core of my being
Salt burning my last breath
The wet fire of fear and desire
Tempting the void
To claim its cheap carny prize
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
She thought I was a carny
but loved me all the same
I made her laugh out loud
never caused her shame
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC