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The Secret Carnival
The Secret Carnival
The Secret Carnival
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The Secret Carnival

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Written during a wild, passionate love affair that turned out to be a fever dream, The Secret Carnival is a series of grotesque and uplifting vignettes concerning the cycle of creation and decay.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherErik Ash
Release dateMay 18, 2017
ISBN9781370001583
The Secret Carnival
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Erik Ash

Erik Ash was born in the fiery abyss of the Mojave Desert and raised on the frozen streets of Milwaukee. He currently resides in Madison, Wisconsin, where he studies physics and molecular biology.

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    The Secret Carnival - Erik Ash

    Morning

    I.

    Across the nauseous quaintness

    of the town square

    and through the vile machinery

    of the road-strewn forest,

    there is a perfectly manicured

    patch of little grass,

    ringed by mushrooms,

    deadly in white.

    Here there are oriental energies

    and occidental deaths,

    A portal.

    A swarm of bees,

    a mouthful of honey

    a mouthful of pain.

    Red,

    like exposed flesh,

    envelopes visitors

    with the new vibrations.

    It is here the refugees flock,

    eager for release

    or murder.

    Their eyes flicker

    with desire and memories

    of fabulous quicksilver rides

    Their feet lightly tramp

    across the rain

    as they close their eyes

    and breathe.

    II.

    Soft pink

    like liquid strawberry,

    the sun slicks across the sky

    in a haze.

    A castle,

    moist

    with white spirals,

    hangs in the clouds.

    The people scurry across

    butterscotch cobblestones.

    There are sweet banquets

    in the falcon architecture.

    Buffets of fortification.

    Damsels with full-bodied lungs.

    Togas and tights

    and bulging loins.

    Scars without wounds.

    Emotions without terror.

    Leaning in,

    a vision line with soft mounds.

    Too much sugar

    to be alone.

    Too much cream

    to be separated.

    There’s a wild

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