Merry-Go-Round

In a city gone grey with age and memory An amusement park sits abandoned With a rusted out Ferris wheel and Dangling chairs crying in the breeze.

The dodgem cars brood together With their sparkless staves That reach for sagging old nets.

A house of mirrors distorting reality Each for the other,

A tunnel of love, a longtime loveless.

And narrow gauge tracks turn into A haunted house that frightens the ghosts. Merry-go-round, going up and down.

Flesh and blood ponies impaled on cold poles. Wooden children ride on their saddles in silence. Going up and down, in waves of chill fog That wrap you in their wraith-like fingers,

A prison, this amusement park.

Gone grey with age and lonely dying.