High Heeled Feris Wheel Riders
High heeled Feris 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 tongue becoming a knife in a side show...
The tacky and raspy the crooked floor games,
Strong man lifting balloons above a puffy sad face,
Nothing is classy but the two-headed snake.
Home from the pink, dill pickled fog
somewhere between the loins and the brain
the Ferris wheel suddenly stopped.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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