toes, ears, and nose!

I.

we were riding a carousel, sisyphus and me

and humming our favorite songs which did

correspond with the tune that wafted out &

into our inner ear space from the tin circle

dotted with holes that passed for a speaker.

sisyphus had been trying to inform me now

for many days about his rapidly spreading

gangrene and the effects it would have on

our revolutionary relationship- it was such

an arrangement in only the basest sense &

therefore not worthy of such admiration as

the music afforded us but our senses can be

and must be altered in paradoxical ways so

that we might remain on this ride and think

about things unrelated to suicide or bright

colors swimming in our nasal cavities and a

splash of red seeking a low pressure front

moving into our area but not quite out and

why we are so content to name an uprising

with such blasé names that suggest a thing

quite the opposite but then we forget this &

lose specificity, that we never really had at

all junctures or any at least, and we are lost

with a sense that we will not get out of here

and now without amputating the diseased

section which corresponds with our minds.

sisyphus coughed a little while i hummed.