Roller Coaster

ROLLER COASTER slow clang of chains, moving loudly against the brain, upwards climbing, like the beanstalk, where Jack don’t know and...here...we...go like a new sunrise in living color the precipice of a new year surprised by whirligigs, thrust upside down at the locomotive-ground with no direction but the moon and sun the changing of seasons shall this run year after year or will i come to a sudden stop letting others on creatures with no hair no words staring at the wonder of life not realizing the bumps and bruises sunrise and set and the gears that are moved by tears and laughter… dreaming as i ride this clanking cathartic piece of art upside-exciting downs are frightening is it at all real painting new tracks some dali a bit seuss hanging loose 12/31/2017