elizabethlevett

a very old song for summer…

You’re the whole thing, you’re majestic.

You’re fully realized with carnivore teeth.

You’re so scenic

with your carnival skin.

You’re the tattoo on the fat lady.

You rise and flex as she sings.

Any time the roaches dance is when you do your thing

with your carnival skin.

Bats, bats in the attic

and the old man plays with his strings.

This is your chance to get mystic,

you and that crazy skin.

Horseshoes above the door frame

because we’ve let the horses go.

That’s when the romance begins.

That’s when the bone dance begins,

you and your carnival skin.