Monday, 25 April 2011

Empty Rides

Empty Rides

I sleepwalked through a fair today,

bathed in a numb melancholy and

washed by waves of contrary noise.

It, like me, just going through

it’s own riderless motions.

A drove of carnal ghosts shambled,

noisily but uninterested,

through the daytime lights and unsavoury bites,

in a stuttering waltz

of onion scented ardor

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