my name is carnival
frank, jackson c.
i've seen your face in every place that i'll be goin'
i read your words like black hungry birds read every sowin'
sad music in the night sings a scream of light out of chorus
and voices you might hear appear and disappear in the forest
short and tall throw the ball
strings of yellow tears drip from black-wired fears in the meadow
and their white halos spin with an anger that is thin and turns to sorrow
here there is no law but the arcade's penny claw
the painted laughing smile and the turning of the style do not envy
and the small can steal the ball
to touch the face of carnival
the fat woman frowns at screaming frightened clowns that move enchanted
and the shadow lie and waits outside your iron gates with one wish granted
play the game of carnival
without a thought of size
you come to hypnotize the danger
the world that comes apart has no single heart when life is stranger