Jerrybaldy
08-27-2010, 05:33 PM
On the waltzers, they are spun by the gypsy,
Gold tooth, gold bracelet and tattoos.
A couple in a blurred cocoon,
of neon and queueing faces.
She squirms as his hand holds her thigh.
When later he buys her a candy floss,
she hopes he may choke on the pink.
On the ghost train,
they watch ghosts ride pushbikes,
but she shivers at the kiss on her neck.
Evening arrives
and the fair gets much darker
as it displays its enticing lights.
The big laughing clown face
beckons you to the fun house.
Onions sizzle,
screams come from all directions.
Coins come home to their slots,
children sit terrified,
on guilt horses.
She leads him to the big dipper.
She savours the thought.
He thinks he is big
and he loves to dip.
They check for heart conditions
back problems
and pregnancy
as they passed the sign.
The Carnie man takes their money
and tells them to hold on tight.
The truck clicks for ever
up the hill into the night sky.
The first drop is the steepest,
the camera flashes to capture the screams,
and contorted faces.
Tonight it caught her,
pushing him out,
to the girders below.
The screams sounded
exactly the same.
Leaving the ride,
amidst hysteria,
walking past quarter pounders with cheese,
she rubs her belly,
where the life used to be.
Gold tooth, gold bracelet and tattoos.
A couple in a blurred cocoon,
of neon and queueing faces.
She squirms as his hand holds her thigh.
When later he buys her a candy floss,
she hopes he may choke on the pink.
On the ghost train,
they watch ghosts ride pushbikes,
but she shivers at the kiss on her neck.
Evening arrives
and the fair gets much darker
as it displays its enticing lights.
The big laughing clown face
beckons you to the fun house.
Onions sizzle,
screams come from all directions.
Coins come home to their slots,
children sit terrified,
on guilt horses.
She leads him to the big dipper.
She savours the thought.
He thinks he is big
and he loves to dip.
They check for heart conditions
back problems
and pregnancy
as they passed the sign.
The Carnie man takes their money
and tells them to hold on tight.
The truck clicks for ever
up the hill into the night sky.
The first drop is the steepest,
the camera flashes to capture the screams,
and contorted faces.
Tonight it caught her,
pushing him out,
to the girders below.
The screams sounded
exactly the same.
Leaving the ride,
amidst hysteria,
walking past quarter pounders with cheese,
she rubs her belly,
where the life used to be.