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one of my Recently published poems, "Funnel Cake"
recently published by Lost and Found Times literary magazine
back ground of first poem, its funny...i actually hate funnel cake, but i wrote this down while waiting to meet for someone.
"Funnel Cake"
Funnel cake filled my festivous mood
The walk was horrifying
The shoot water- fill balloon game killed me
that 5 year old who won, yea, steroids
Plus I had a nasty side wind
the Carnie conviently put him in the middle
yea, Inside job
Still, funnel cake filled my festivous mood
The spinning wheel of barf lived up to its name
The wheel's patrons were screaming
The operator, gleaming, looked my way
"Wanna ride?"
Off in the distance the red and white checkered stand was lit up in twinkle lights
The aroma was ever present
I approached carefully
My fingers pressed forcefully against my ears
No, I didnt listen to the Carnie shrieks
"Step right up, win this beeyouuuuutiful priize"
I would not fall victim to their incestual draw
The allure of oversized stuffed animals seemed unbearable
And just when I glanced at the purple frog
A southern breeze reminded me and funnel cake refilled my festivous mood
I walked briskly down the center path
Vultures hounded me from both sides
"Test your strength, step right up"
Oh no!
My weakness
Why did this carnie have to know psychology
Why is he prodding my ego
Just then a small girl stepped up
She couldnt have been 10
She grasped the hammer and giggled
She obviously didnt know how serious this was
Then the bell was illuminated, DING!
I gave a nonchalont nod
If this little girl could do it, surely this wouldve been a waste of my time
I strutted along
I finally reached my destination
The sign read: If your nose is white with a funny face, you must've ate a funnel cake
How clever!
I went right to the counter, smiling
"Back of the line" he bellowed
Oh no!
The line- The DMZ, No man's land
This grotesque torture is out of some Poe story
My heart was pounding
Everything slowed
I began to pace nervously
Panic set in
Sweat dripped from my brow
The passing public began to stare
What was happening
Faces were blurred, the stand was wavy, pulsating
My heart won the Boston Marathon
I couldnt stop
The line finally collapsed, 1 domino at a time
It was my time
Funnel cake filled my festivous mood
"One funnel cake"
As he prepped the golden oil my mouth watered
He removed it from the pot
It was placed ever so gently onto the paper plate
Funnel cake filled my festivous mood
"Were out of sugar"
FUCK!
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