Black lights above a psychedelic
roller coaster returning to
the sea of soy—beneath its rails
the barker builds banana splits
and on the midway middlemen
delight in dukkering amusements.
The carnival is burning down the
town.
Come see the doubleheader being
played in three-dimensional
illusion! Come hear the organ
grinders!
Smell the neon; feel its pain.
And while you wait in a line to die
for,
taste the floss that’s spun from
rain.
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