 poems by jared a carnie october and in comes october drooling the first winter tragedies with a wink and a crooked grin of old gravestone teeth the heating breaks and the hot water stops and our breath taunts us in the air of our bedroom and his claws come out but still we laugh surrounded by candles and wrapped in blankets with books and songs for we recognized his tattered outfit before we met his eyes and made sure to make sure he would have to come again redemption you take her supermarket flowers like they tell you to and on the way she calls it s over and you throw them to the floor stamp on them and finally they look beautiful issue 1 poetry jared a carnie 