Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Dark Carnival


I want to ride in a bumper car.

A flashy beetle that’s red and blue and green and gold and bubblegum pink all over.

Colors that belch, disgust, spit and sprint at once.

I want to be the fucking crash dummy.

And walk away from death.

Every.

Single.

Time.


3 comments:

  1. bumper cars are
    caged birds
    not singing but screaming
    to be free
    every night they commit suicides
    crashing a million times over
    from the nightmare of captivity
    but no oil will ever spill from
    their electric veins
    no end
    there is no end
    only an endless struggle for death

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