Friday, November 21, 2014


Black lights above a psychedelic 
roller coaster returning to 
the sea of soy—beneath its rails 
the barker builds banana splits 
and on the midway middlemen 
delight in dukkering amusements. 
The carnival is burning down the town. 
Come see the doubleheader being 
played in three-dimensional 
illusion! Come hear the organ grinders! 
Smell the neon; feel its pain. 
And while you wait in a line to die for, 
taste the floss that’s spun from rain. 

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