Big Wheel

Big Wheel 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 I smiled 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.