Carnival-Woman
I believe I am a Carnival,
A cheap attraction; STEP RIGHT UP!
I am a visual masterpiece
I’ll blow your mind in sweaty plastic colours
I am a kitsch Wonderland,
Ring a ride on the merry-go-round,
I’ll spin you round, and whistle in tiny tunes
At twenty-five cents a pop
I am a capital C Clown,
Horse balloons and penny tricks
So pick a card, any card-
And I’ll show you how to make a nightmare
I am a Pirate Ship,
Broken rhythm, in the warm, putrid sun
I’ll make you sick, for a chance to feel the sea
In an empty cornfield
I am a Plush Toy,
Win me over Mr. Strong, just a great big hit
But honey, I’m a scam
I’m rigged for disappointment
I am the Cotton Candy,
Sickly sweet and pink and blue
I melt in the heat
And you taste the rust of my making machine
I believe I am a Carnival,
I speak in crying children
And I razzle and I rot, and I dazzle, and I scar
But honey, don’t worry
I’ve gone by fall.
Written By: June Rossaert