Funhouse Distortions

Funhouse Distortion by Odin Roark I once stood proudly Beside the giants Whose distorted rule Still fosters garish giggles Occasional oohs and ahs Other reflections Render bodies will-o'-the-wisp acceptable Bringing fun lovers to a halt Finding such representation pacifying Given failed diet regimens How frightening I have become For many rushing past Even as my wave of semblance Cracked by diagonal accident Allows any undulating split personality To see itself Perhaps for the first And... Last time Before me A gangly girl pauses Stares at reflection Her tilted head separated from body I empathize with mute understanding If only I could speak You can lean against my shoulder It's okay. It's okay. Outside The exit fat lady automaton Jeers with laughter