Carnie

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I’m hoping to get to where

I have to be—without using

crescendo’s descriptive

property

The smells of traveling folk

irradiate definition

procure inhibitory realms

and guide the soul to

where, all’s cast unto pools

of a tolerant breed

Mystics, madmen, gypsy, seers of

romani lore, clashing western

culture with their crystalline torrents

of adrenalin

Pulsing…

Eddy’s, whirlwinds, the vortex

and a single parasol—

 swirling with purposeful nonchalance,

through each element near and far,

stealing pieces imprisoned in, every rotation

another sensation floods your face, past the eyes,

through internal trellises, residing

into crescent shells, of a 

Once magnifying moment

in unbridled pleasantry…

Sounds…depress the catalytic

for they can listen but not revel

in the auditory repetitions, left to

Taste, funnel cakes and honey-sex

on display, waiting for your foreign

Caress, unto this sport of touch that will never tell

of

Ticket stubs—torn—

turnstiles, in need

Of lubrication—

still frozen since 1969

For Poetics this week over at D'Verse, the uber-creative Claudia Schoenfeld is hosting, and presents us with the challenge of composing a piece surrounding Fun Fairs, or how they say it where she's from, Jahrmarkt, which has such a better ring, and lets face it, is such a cooler word than Fair, Fun Fair, or even Carnival.  So head on over, take everything in, and dream back upon your own experiences and memories, and compose a Jahrmarkt poem of your own.  But, please, make sure you link it up, so we can all live vicariously through your words.