Saturday, September 3, 2011

A. World's Fair

dried sand and dirt
glued to my skin
God's sweaty embrace: heat

the zebra chases the lion around the carousel
babes beg for prizes high on the wall
while the older kids desire to spin in every direction

faster faster faster

whirring of machines in a summer night
overcomes the crickets' final symphony
now almost fall.

spring forth for a few days
lighting up the nights
vain, comparison to the stars


Orion runs from his only fear
A scorpion in the sky
Hidden behind the screen of cigarette smoke

Delilah collects her pieces of silver
From the unsuspecting passerbys
While the animal shelter goes on empty

Where are we,
But really, why?

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