Blistered In Your Carnival Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Over the eyes of the stomping
City,
I bought you pearls and then set out across
The waves to marry a witch
Who lived on a Christmas tree
Floating in the center of
Forever:
I wanted her to take my head- and to
Take my lips,
And put carnivorous wings in a
Masquerade over my eyes:
And this is what she did,
And this is what she is going to do;
But you are still right there,
Softly blistered in your carnival, wondering
Which boy you can cheat with
Next, as the blazing contraptions flow
Like electronic dinosaurs in a wilderness
Of unstemmed traffics that just goes on and on
And back and forth.