For a Rainy Day

For a rainy day, a tired dance

Of drunk eyes, clumsy hands

The second fell, the fourth sat down

The eighth was taken out to the track

On to wires, from under the wheels

And to four letters from under the pavement

Into the still waters, with a wild head

A cold sweat, ripples

An iron horse, a camouflage color

Carved treads in a row

A sideshow for the novices

The horses fly in a circle

The wind-up kaleidescope

Clatters with distorted mirrors

The wheel turns faster

To the sound of the march, heads off

The moth ate a colored shawl

The cards show a three and seven

The bull chases off flies with his tail

With a heavy heart, climbs the hill

The billiard heads

Split in half and scatters to either side

To the corners of a vast land

Behind the shattered displays –

Scraps of festive costumes

Under the runners of the sled –

The life flesh of the hand dealt to other people

Behind the counter – a parrot, from a hat

Takes out tickets for the tram

To the nearby bridge,

To a helicopter without windows and doors

Into the still waters, with an wild head

The wheel turns faster