High Heeled Feris Wheel Riders
High-heeled Ferris wheel riders,
cackling as if their tails were afire.
Red mouths agape, screeching at stars
round and round spinning to black.
Rouged rough riders finally seduced,
stumbling from buckets into the sequined night...
Bargain beer freely flowing
cut-offs and halter tops glowing.
Everyone's tongue becoming a knife in a sideshow...
The tacky and raspy crooked floor games.
Strong man lifting balloons above a puffy sad face,
Nothing is classy but the two-headed snake.
Between the dill pickled fog and vanilla milkshakes
the Ferris wheel suddenly stopped.
They sidestepped the giggling turnstile
and slept it off on the L train.
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