Carnivale: The Open Door (2008) Poem by Tyler Ste

these are the thoughts that will drive you to drink
alone
at home
sink drip-dropping
the distortion-laden beat

no tocking or clock-rocking
just repeat
about face the music
the crescendo burns but the drip's so sweet

the candelabra bathed in florescence
you waxed intellectually
as a halogen presence
unnaturally naturally sideshow
commonly divisible
she'd feint you'd glow

pack up for the show, kiddo
kid, it's time to go
pack up for the show, kiddo
kid, it's time to go

We're all free here
careless and thoughtless
we'll pack up your trauma
with bow-tie wrapped boxes
we'll bottle your pain, your sorrow, your skills
and sell them right back to you as cheap thrill-filled pills

This is the Carnivale
& everyone's invited
though you've kept us waiting, we think you're the right kid
so climb in upside down, show us how it's done
you're not alone here
you're the only one

pack up for the show, kiddo
kid, it's time to go
pack up for the show, kiddo
kid, it's time to go

So spread those wings, young vulture
show us how to fly
we waited so long
we synthesized sighs

So come on now, child
You're our savior, our little lamb
I'll show you the way, if you'd just take this gram

We have candy, painters, musicians, the artists
but you're the one now, kid
don't try the hardest