Sober

It's funny how everything is out of order but you're still sober. Like the last leaf hanging on a tree, on a cold winters day.

E.Y

The Carousel

There'a an image of a magnificent carousel in my mind with fascinating figures and incandescent lighting, which is repeatedly disturbed by a scratch in the organ music in the background.

Each time I see my own reflection in the moving glass mirrors, I feel weakened and fail to get hold of the brass rings on the horses.

I wouldn't mind missing it at all really. If only they would stop smiling; the kids and the lovers on the chariots, holding hands.

E.Y.