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this isn't where we intended to be
by Jared Fladelanddrink up the taboo
and stand in line for the gate to naughtyland,
where the thrills come a ride a minute.
the faded posters
and fading music,
the lack of cheerful grins
and lost balloons floating in the sky
all tell me that this amusement park
isn't what it used to be.
or maybe it was this dull and grey,
dying or dead,
all along.
the world looks so different when the lens of the eye
has aged twenty some years. 04/19/2009 Posted on 04/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/20/09 at 12:20 PM Fascinating and viciously insightful stuff, man. Those last two lines are particularly awesome. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/21/09 at 05:14 AM kind of a carnie feel to this...scary how we see what used to seem so magical so grim... MFS |
| Posted by Charlotte Smith on 03/08/10 at 06:57 AM "the thrills come a ride a minute"
Very clever. |
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