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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