I was draped in stars, and filled with whiskey,
When the operator stopped the ride
My head tipped back, drinking in the shadows,
Red beaded earrings swaying with the carriage
He was a caricature of himself
Nose reaching down to caress his greasy top lip
Rubbery ears inflating with thick fairground music
One clamped tight with a brassy ring.
One more ride?
He kindly asked my cleavage
His fat hands wrapped around the bar across my thighs
And within seconds the wind was once more
Filling my skirt like a fat hot air balloon
The spindly strands of my earrings
Resting loosely on my lips-
The legs of dragonflies.