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