Night at the Fair
The carnival has come to town, its mouth agape for rubes.
A hissing bustling mass of noise, it builds its world in a day.
Where anything can be believed, then nothing is untrue;
the weight is fair, the freak is real, the prize is worth the play.
Where any shadow seems a threat, feel free to act the fool.
Boil the blood and hoist the flag, if you have the coin to pay.
Triviality and wild excess,
dark skill and the beat of the drum.
Shoot cigarettes from the mouth of a whore,
and wait and see who’ll come.
Posted for One Shoot Sunday at the inimitable OneStopPoetry
Image: Photo by Fee Easton