Odd moods in a carousel

Odd moods in a carousel
Are raised
Battered and beat
Like frills
On a drum ricocheting.

My skull goes
Bang Ban

Boom…

What rattles
fitfully
Is not held in check.
No one
Wants to unleash
A beast.

Another entry
from my journal reads

For some
Adventures are
Tied to rocks.

With panic-panic
Frantic
…Composure

Fingers would point
At these fool moons,
Out beaming tonight.
Dancing
In the rain
With ankles in puddles

I am blood
We are seeds
She is doubt.

We have no inner voice
We do what we want.

This is what happens when poets talk

2005

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