mark mcmanus

IN THE DESERTED AMUSEMENT PARK BY THE SEA
(Imitation of the W.H. Auden Songs)

The roses know
there is no place to go

and we wait among them.
From you, friend,

I would only ask for love.
Let's waltz across thy rug

then though an Autumn Mist.
In the Tunnel Of, we might kiss

then share some with a bum.
It's not all fun.

This amusement park by the sea,
wasn't deserted for you and me.

But to still inspire trust,
a Ferris Wheel with rust

beside the rusted bell.
There is no spell

and no swift games.
A booth remains

in dolorous hours.
The prize was flowers

or else, it was parrots.
Something like Paris

when it rains: you're both lost.
When the ball has been tossed

and you miss,
but then kiss.

A damp, circus poster.
The Rollercoaster.

 

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