Carousel Song

listen to this tumble dryer
deep within my ribcage
listen to this whistling wind
rhapsodically cherry-flavored & cut
from the same cloth as you
under the same sky as you
listen to this tumble dryer
listen to this whistling wind

delirium west-ended
coughed up on the doorstep at midnight
phrased as carefully as you
whispered to the whistling wind
in the backroom of my heart
under the shadow of your heart
deep within your ribcage
deep within delirium

beneath the silk parasol
underneath the grave
beneath the morose oak tree
listen to the carousel
it’s not saying anything
as the rain storms in my ribcage
never coming up again
never coming up again
never coming up again
listen to this whistling wind