The Carousel Keeps

The Villa said to the Grand Father Time,

I cannot hear your swinging doing,

the pendulum scene is still in straight,

hanging heavily in loaded well,

your signature piece.

The Hands of the Clocking tower boomed,

people pass never considering,

the timely sake of the past,

the chime of Midnight silent cast,

echoing in ancients hasp.

Bricks and Mortared built to sound,

replied in equal of rebound,

digital displays are kindle okayed,

bye the wrist watch it's a say,

ticking talking here today.

Antennae pacts for Radio's smight,

no more Iron Curtain lacks,

torn asunder lumber jacked,

as it tumbled what a crash,

broke these back to enter cache.

The seconds asked the minute task,

Hours are the Marks of Facts,

set to bars the 10:10 sacked,

shows the sale of still to fast.

The band spoke gently to the snap of Map,

geography spoke of physical gems,

yet the holes are in the beings,

toggled for or in the means,

information dates these things.

The Bridge said wait I know something,

tolls were worked by human beings,

smiled grumpy kept a pace,

theirs was a rate but held a face,

to speak to say the Gate gives ray.

So the base of watered lakes,

breathed it in a walling lend,

whispers from the cantilevered red,

crossing tides of even kept,

a wash of swept to out to sea,

the Ocean Roars in Charting Core.

Pier 39 to up the find,

trolley cares the older knows,

related in the best of shows,

rails sound the cable round,

still heard the bell clang-clang spell.

The City blocks squared the Talk,

greeted Streets to Avenue peeks,

the counting of the numbered speaks,

don't you worry you walked our meet,

and true North sets our Feat,

it's the Compass your Life does reap.