LUNAPARK

the fairground - a six-fingеred hand
some nibbled polish in the place of nails
a hiccup before sneezing
in place of soda - fire

midnight is midnight
is midnight. might. ight.

and so i go with vespa
under the arch of beasts
with paws entwined

and call out:

- are your veins straw
does flooring crack in them

- i am a harlequin
dead for life
alien to death

ight, ight

there
you

you are
the one that's reinforced
with duct tape

so i might go
among
the old
and faded
photo walls

ight
where you are duct tape