Tags

,

Buttered popcorn is

swooped

through the box window

sounds like 

SHHHHHCRRUPT!

over a helix

roller-coaster shuffling its

chained feet far above

a whimsical waiting line

jagged, close

(I smell your cologne)

occluding the

pedestrian crosswalk

where shoulder thumps shoulder

a smile can get you by

.

Lights like fireworks

peeking behind the long

steady arms of the Ferris Wheel

it keeps spinning, I could

be hypnotized

if down below

up, higher…higher…

HIGHER

and

down

a-gain

on the parking lot

cement

then back to

some other STRAINER

of the seven days a week

tyranny

in gravity

.

© Tammy Mezera 1995

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