Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Ferris Wheel and the Snake



Once she was

(The overwhelming confusion)

A child lost on the boardwalk


Now some days she feels

In every way a ferris wheel.

Same highs, same lows

Same fears even though

She always knows


The creaking ceases

The swinging doesn’t kill her

And the man pulls the break.


Knowing herself to be green

She finds she is a foolish thing


And embroiled in a vicious civil war with herself

Neither side has any artillery worth noting.


So when given the chance she danced with the snake

And it coiled cool and trusting ‘round her wrist.


And when given the chance she will lay it all down

And bare her breast to weightlessness.








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