Arianne Lausanne

Carousels And Freak Shows - Poem by Arianne Lausanne

The tokens to your apparitional carnival
have eaten away at my savings
You bait me in, the sterile apostle,
and my iris is scorched by the cavalcade also waiting

Shrouded within your cobweb-veiled charcoal carousel
we waltz around and around again
In here, in the dungeons of your shrinking soul
you've knitted your plexus, your home, so well, old friend
I am blind to the flying debris besieging us in the eye of the storm

Your gaze penetrates my skin and decks my bones with fairy lights
Plato says you made me a poet
I pass your freakshow of hearts, maimed, crippled, never to be put right
A heretic, I steal my volatile beating centre
So be it
I will only be a tainted poet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

'At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet' - Plato

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 9, 2013

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