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Whirl-o-Wheel
by Alison McKenzieI have some things on my mind
Tryin to sneak in between the spaces
Of what is
And what isn’t.
Emotions waxing and waning
Like the tides of those shores
I seem to wash up on
These days.
Folks comin and goin
And comin
And takin
And goin
And touchin
And lovin
And goin...
I’ve said it before,
But to no avail,
“Stop the world,
I want to get off.”
That ride operator
Just givin me the blank stare
Indifferent to my nausea.
He just takes the tickets,
Works the lever.
But, if I was younger,
That cute girl with the low cut blouse
And abundant, perky breasts,
Well, THEN he’d be hearin me.
Nope.
I don’t exist for him.
I don’t have time for the carnival!
Anyhow.
I could sleep for a week
And never miss a step.
I can sleep anywhere, you know,
Even on this whirl-o-wheel.
My energy’s put to better use
At the top of the ferris-wheel
Gettin up the nerve to fly.
Come on, now, wings.
Take me someplace pretty.
04/28/2009 Author's Note: Don't really know where this came from!
Posted on 04/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/28/09 at 12:06 PM Well, I love it, it has great rhythm and meaning wrapped up in it -- I think we'd all like the ride to stop or even slow down sometimes :) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/28/09 at 02:13 PM ...exitstential yearnings of the other is WHERE this came from...pervasive to the human-ness, soul's search for meaning...it kept me jostled on the ride, perky or not...ali, great expression of a moment in time, if you will... |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 04/28/09 at 02:51 PM Oh girl. I can so relate to this poem. I hope our wings resemble bumper cars so we can bump some laughter into our flights, and if we lose altitude our attitude just won't care! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/28/09 at 03:37 PM I think most of us feel exactly as you do. I was thinking this morning that I was on a merry-go-round, wanting to get off! Good work! |
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