Friday, September 24, 2010

Carnival Rides

The Slave Market ~ Gustave Boulanger

Follow the grave and shallow American model
Shadow cast catwalk cardboard and fragile
Raise a glass to the acolyte sky
Painted golden sunset
Pay entrance fee at exit turnstile

Questions grave for the shallow American model
May serve to surrender to the alien heart
Measure the distance between us
And the dust on our fingers
Pay the ransom agreed from the start

Dig a grave for the shallow American model
Profit now and pay with tomorrow
Raise your eyes to see above
Your sad soft shoe shuffle
Pay the guilt fee in charity sorrow

1 comment:

Harlequin said...

your parallels from stanza to stanza are wonderful; and the image and lyrics are such interesting juxtaposes....
quirky and thoughtful; as usual.