POEMS


County Fair

I love the odor that emits from scams,
Especially when there’s sawdust on the grown…
Mixing with livestock stink…

Hustlers on the Midway…
Coaxing men to throw balls at metal milk bottles…
Cupie dolls the payout…
I love the shuck and jive of the snake-oil man…
Him pitching tonics for sale,
With his Snidly Whiplash mustache,
Promising virility…
Famous Viagra pre-cursors…

I love all hawkers and their likes…
Consuming cotton candy,
Corndogs and frozen Snickers…
Rides that make my stomach turn…
Dime tosses
And getting lucky with the Mexican Girl in the house of mirrors,
Copping a feel through her thick padded cross your heart bra…
In the dark,
Our tongues lashing and dancing

And talking about it the next day at school,
Ten towns removed…
That’s the best part

The County Fair is a great place to hide from my misery and tortured teenage life

I wonder if I could join in…
After all,
I’ve been spinning plates of emotion forever…