count me in

count-me-in

gross drains red carnegie trees mean bean

stock to sky giant polar bear singular eye

mind eye spinning round the beanstock never notice the tick tock

flocks crowd bottum stock necks ache from staring up

eyes tears gloss fear innocence wait to climb up

green drain climb to fall up to come down fake bruised clowns yelling

screaming to follow screaming to break screaming to let go

a trampoline below but not to catch the falling clowns

but to catch the falling leaves the ashs

sticks in the fire

we rub each other down until we ignite

friction tick tock tick tock until i off

clowns gowns leaves sticks falling bricks gaffy tribes barbed boundaries

jogging juggernauts blaze the flesh succulent funeral dinner

toast roast humans boast- until the fall from stock than braised on a rock

black hoods surround the feast fire reflects from their eyes

the taste brooding red taste of fate

-Gwant