Crowds of faces, noises and lights
Blur by as the spin goes on.
Round and round to the tinkling
And piercing sounds of carnival music
On crappy sound systems.
The bright exciting lights and sound
Had called to them as they passed by.
They wondered at what they found,
And upon entering the carnivale extraordinaire,
Were promptly given a handful of tickets to spend
However they so chose.
Promptly accepting the first barker’s offer,
They boarded the “merry-love-go-round”.
Merriment and love are always good,
And obviously worth all of their given tickets
Except just one lonely stub.
When they first stepped aboard,
The idea seemed novel and fun.
Sitting upon an animal of plastic
On a warm summer day,
A separate observer of all around.
One with those who chose a seat
Beside and around them, they prepare
For the promised peaceful ride.
But something goes astray,
The idea was not so sound.
Everything accelerates as
The one fills itself with
The given sugary poison of cotton candy
And weighted carbs of powdered funnel cakes.
The sickness overcomes them as
The fluffy and funneled ideas
Spin along with them.
The music loses its cheerful melody
And becomes a garbled, piercing sound
That acts as a thousand needles
Piercing consciousness as they spin on
Out of control.
Now tortured by the ride that never stops,
They lose their grip and fall.
Flying from their seat,
They hang in mid air momentarily
Before crashing to the concrete below,
Hitting rock bottom.
As they feel the sting of scrapes and bruises,
A lucidity is gelled, and things no longer a blur.
They pick themselves up,
Wobbly at first, and promptly regurgitate
The garbage they had crammed within,
And with an empty stomach,
They learn to walk on solid ground.
They push through the crowd of others
In line to swirl on the carousel of fools,
And head for the nearest exit
Determined the carnival’s a
Carefully construe d device.
Just before they find their way
Back to the serenity beyond the gates,
A Voice is heard that calls to them,
Offering the chance to win a prize.
They turn around and see
A brightly colored booth of balloons
Awaiting a sharp point.
The stuffed deistic animals all in a row, beckon,
And the one thinks about
How nice it would be to have some
Comfort late at night.
They shake a bit as the barker calls
And reach inside their pocket.
They sadly pull out the one crumpled ticket
As they stare at the sign that asks for three.
The barker snidely smiles and says,
“I’ll make a deal for you.”
He hands them a dart and whispers
The key to winning.
The dart is thrown and misses,
But the ever understanding barker
Hands them another dart.
Grateful for the acceptance,
They try again and again…..and again.
The compassion of another barker is soothing
As he supplies another handful of tickets and
Suggests another game.
Determined to be a winner
And walk away with something,
The One plays on, moving down the line.
Finding themselves lost again in the night
Amidst the swirling lights and plinking sounds
Of carnival music on a crappy sound system.