I could just make out the rotating horses, hear them; braying in the fire, leaping above an abusive smoke.
It seemed that despite the ever loosening grip on their painted reigns, the deafening funfair did not cease to roar upon it, with hellish flames.
Accompanied then by sounds of yesterday’s children, I witnessed the horses escape to the fields of evergreen.
I and them, together, they then turned and shared my shock of a fairground fire; hungry for what remained of their vintage carousel.
A dog raises his head and barks while a man drops his head and shouts.
The dog barks and lifts its head as the man continues to shout.
Near-bye, a waiting car, its engine revs in frustration, the man shouts at
The dog continues to bark at the man, at the car, at itself.
Then, across the road, a woman, from her house, opens a window, and she
shouts from afar.
The man looks at the woman and shouts while the car engine revs that little bit
When a child is heard crying, the car then screams with revs while the
dog proceeds to bark at everything.
The woman in the houses’ phone rings. Her ringtone replicates the
the sound of a barking dog.
She answers her phone and says, “Hello?” Suddenly a temporary silence
deafens the neighbourhood; shortly before everybody feels the drum of
As the ice in my hand gently thaws,
my butterfly’s go and fly better having gone, and yet, I haven’t even begun.
I’ll climb the mountains, I’ll wade in and along with the streams.
I am forever magnified in there waters like a vibrant bug in a glass jar.
But do I think hard? Do I? Do I think?
The answer is yes, for too long. So long that it’s no longer thinking at all.
How I can waste time so easily in haste.
Now, lesser do I wish to think, for i am with beauty and in dream.