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The Burning Carousel

A Poem

By Matthew BakerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Eyelashes of Don Draper

In a fifties faded poster

That dances across the fair ground floor.

And the details of the horses

Are crumbling to ash.

And the grey sky

Framed by the broken rollercoasters sigh

Caused the crowd to come closer

As the Carousel was burning

Willy Wonka was manically beaming

And the dolphins

Let of black smoke.

We heard the music in our heads

As the roof started to creek

Then it came crashing.

All of it once

We all were just staring

Eyes locked

Smoke in our mouths

Lead hearts

But we could here the music in our heads.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Matthew Baker

I’m an artist writing about drama, photography and my life.

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