Funhouse

Where I can easily grasp                                                                                                                           the will behind the deed.                                                                                                                                                  In the trick mirror:                                                                                                                                                     the figure reflects                                                                                                                                                   in pleated baggies.                                                                                                                                                             The nervous player                                                                                                                                   the novelty shooter                                                                                                                                              aims a breach load.                                                                                                                                   At the steel blue ducks                                                                                                                           across a manmade lake.                                                                                                                                     Where I lingered                                                                                                                                 with a same whorl                                                                                                                                                      show on my finger.                                                                                                                                                    They tell me abracadabra                                                                                                                                         they tell me hocus pocus.                                                                                                                                                                                     The rules only fall away                                                                                                                          after the paint’s chipped.                                                                                                                                     Once I had a house                                                                                                                                       once I had to laugh.                                                                                                                            Withdrawal from enmity                                                                                                                                         is rocks and hard places.                                                                                                                                      Copies of that substance                                                                                                                                    smarten up a dead mind.                                                                                                                                                             It was early                                                                                                                                                           next it’s late.                                                                                                                                       Walking Woodlawn Cemetery                                                                                                                           in the midst of another grave.

Timeline It’s the time of rising tide this time of day, tide rises. Have the time of your life during the rise of the tides. While I was much younger time came as a curved line. How a body…