Amusement Park
It's a merry-go-round world
with it's big brass rings
She's a roller coaster romance
as she dips so she sings.
It's the haunted house
and the tunnel of love
the depths of the valley's
and the Heavens above
It's three for a nickel
five for a dime
it's a game of illusion
forget those concepts of time.
C'mon brother
win your little lady a prize
bloated head and bloodshot eyes
We bump our minds on bumper cars
drown our sorrows in neon bars
It's a wrenching gut
a timeless trip
it's a queasy stomach
from the spinning whip
it's the house of mirrors
it's the busted glass
it's love in the big top
it's a horse's ass
it's cotton candy
it's the sweetness of life
it's time on the back streets
it's the cut of the knife
it's a dog-**** obsession
it's the ring masters plight
it's an all day sucker
it's the clown's angry bite
it's a paranoids playground
a romantics retreat
it's a space in time
where all lovers must meet
It's the tears
and the laughter
it's the light
and the dark
Admission is free
the abode is the Park!
Pursuit of Happiness
‘I just want to be happy..’
‘You make me happy….’
‘Are you happy…?’
‘Why can’t you just be happy…?’’
‘Other people are happy…’
‘She’s so happy…’
‘Happy as a day in May….’
We’re promised it at birth
and taught to seek it at all costs
Happiness, happiness,
it’s our right! our due!
why can’t we find it, where is
it hiding?
We chase after it like it is a piece
of gold, an all day sucker,
a triple decker ice cream cone
The reality of it is that happiness comes in
little chunks, little moments, sometimes
lasting a day, sometimes a week, and
if you are very, very lucky, it lasts a few years
The trick is to enjoy the rest of the time, the time
that doesn’t feel so happy, the time when we think
something is missing, the time when life is just okay.
Think of the alternative.
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
Recall when we did things just because
And an all day sucker really was?
When Daddy knew all there was to know
And your shoes were purchased with room to grow?
The days were long and snuggly warm
And nothing on Earth could bring you harm.
Worry was something your mother did
And living was joy when you were a kid.
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