I’m drowning in my blackened shoes,
umbrellas are for tourist.
the fairground wheels are spinning round to emphasize existence.
the animals dance
yet the rain continues,
all gray and dim
the paint it chips from eager horses mouths.
tip toe through the puddles
in the sinking mud I wonder
who’s the strength to work this.
I approach unscathed
but soaked through the waist
my hair a plaster helmet.
the lights are on
but no ones home
the ferris wheel is gone.
the tilt a whirl
only the merry-go-round keeps dancing on
its lights flickering in the dulling morn
its ancient crest a bond of rust
its occupants all ghost and mist
all absent from this moment.
but I grab hold and mount my stead
I lean against the pole.
the music plays the world it fades
I become a shadow.