We laugh and squeal while breaking bones
in the land of empty carnivores.
Come clean come cool come cut come out
The mad circus spinning around you
will always show you the way to the laughing gas.
Then we’ll see where you’re at –years and years on
mad as a mad-hatter’s hat
Smoking up rabbits and chatting up cats.
Laughing when there is nothing to laugh at.
The breath of wind and strength of chains -the pull
the lure that draws you in.
The cheers, so loud, the cheers
while everybody is standing around
waiting for something that will never come
-a magic trick failing to mystify a crowd.
So watch the clown’s get high and laugh and watch the fantastic cunts dance.
You burn your money by giving it to them.
You may make enough to get on the ride but not to get off
and until you get to the end
you will never know the full price of admission.
It’s the land of plenty, my friend,
but it’s the land of empty carnivores.
It’s the land of empty carnival whores
It’s the endless land of ends.
II – TRAIN
How many ideas did you throw out last night?
Fragments of fragments
all discarded everywhere.
Sometimes the train slows for no one.