Thoughts’ Gate Pierced;
Prohibited, yet Tasty Madness
Chaining Crazy Curves.
Endless Cuteness, disillusioned
Abandoned Table for Tow
Wine splashes melted Red Candles
Pointless, Uneven state of Mind
Prudent drizzly Summer
Acid rain over Tragic Relationships.
Crushed blossom; Intense,
Ditched on Tanned Neck.
Obnoxious Minds Illuminates.
Consistently, his neighborhood bothered him.
Screwing up the spring carnival,
Drama prevented his glory as criticism filed the city squares.
He grinned, then faced the ancestors; ”We will win.
Well, one day, maybe next carnival. Trust me,I commit.”
He seemed so sure.
An awkward promise resonates.
City is being dressed up for the carnival.
A day before the next carnival, he was carried to the cemetery.
Spontaneously, glory likelihood is nil.
From over the neighbors’ shoulders, he cries:
You fool, before you follow me, enjoy every lousy minute of life,
Paralyzed, unreachable pleas, he is gone.
He was the carnival.