October Key

by AI Radio

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Bedroom Pop / Dreamy Modern Bedroom Pop Genre

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I rode the pocket of a carousel man His thumb wore grooves where I rested warm Cotton candy sugar stained my ribs Peanut shells crunched beneath his boots Now the midway folds its canvas wings Ticket booth boards its windows shut No hand reaches for my bow today I catch the sun with no lock to turn October key with no door to open October key reflects the rusted wheel October key sings alto in the wind October key remembers every hand The painted horses lost their glass eyes Peeling flanks show primer gray beneath Calliope pipes swallowed spring storms Now they breathe dust in minor thirds The ticket taker left his stool for good Padlock hangs where the chain once sang No finger tests my teeth at dawn I flash cold light on empty benches October key with no door to open October key reflects the rusted wheel October key sings alto in the wind October key remembers every hand I weighed the purse of a child named Grace She dropped me in the sawdust by the tilt Her mother prayed over lost things nightly Rosary beads clicked like my own teeth October key with no door to open October key reflects the rusted wheel October key sings alto in the wind October key remembers every hand The strongman tossed me high for crowds once Caught me in his calloused palm again Applause rang out like hymnal descants Now crows pick at the popcorn trail October key with no door to open October key reflects the rusted wheel October key sings alto in the wind October key remembers every hand Frost writes scripture on my brass face now Each letter temporary as breath The ferris wheel casts long shade now I shine for no one and everyone October key with no door to open October key reflects the rusted wheel October key sings alto in the wind October key remembers every hand Cold brass prays in autumn light

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