flashing neon, loud music, exotic
sights, smells, sounds, enticements,
leering inducements of all sorts
adrenaline-pumping sensory overload
You know you shouldn’t overindulge
but you do and then you get sick
but what a ride, oh what a ride!
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Up! Down! All around! Spinning!
Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster!
Spinning around, wanting desperately
to get off but can’t until the ride stops
But by then it is way too late.
You are walking down the midway
woozy, but needing to eat
everything and nothing looks appetizing
you grab some cotton candy
Love is cotton candy in summer heat
sweet, sticky, satisfying – always a mess.
No matter how hard you try to keep your
fingers clean, it is always a mess
a great, big, sticky, gooey,
– Mark L. Lucker