Lunatic Run
It's there
if you look hard enough
there's much more than wood
holding this baby together
there has to be...right?
The sun rides high
in the mid-July sky
blistering lips
blistix stick
bubbling skin
already brown from
a stolen midweek vacation
and up the hill we trek
bags of goodies
bouncing against hips
enveloped
in cotton candy mist
we laugh
as a cart full of lunatics
goes hurling by
screams lost to empty lungs
as their breath is stolen.
We laugh
but we're nervous....
Hidden now from the sun
but still no reprieve
as we join the short line of thrill seekers...
this ain't your grandma's log flume
and there's no refreshing splash
waiting for you at the end of the line
"Woman! We could die"
His eyes avoid mine
and I know resolve is slipping.
A cart full of lunatics
rolls into the station
broiling with laughter
he mistakes for fear
caught up in his own the way he is.
I take a seat, buckle up
while he stands there
one foot in the car to hell
one foot suspended
above the last piece of solid ground
he thinks he will ever touch.
I let him off the hook
as the nine year old kids
that have grabbed the front of our car
should not be subjected
to the bombardment of curses
he will not be able to control
even for the sixty seconds it takes
to find our way back.
I shoo him from the platform
pull the lap bar tight
and flip him the bird
as my car load of lunatics
the last in the line
careens over the edge
You know,
when you grab the last car in the line
you actually hit air...not rail?
And the great wooden timbers
start to shake.
Claudia is prompting us with Fun Fairs today for Poetics at dVersePoets...and this is one wanna-be who was in need of some fun. Creative liberty has been taken with my tale...but that's not to say it's NOT based on truth...sorry hun! ;)
if you look hard enough
there's much more than wood
holding this baby together
there has to be...right?
The sun rides high
in the mid-July sky
blistering lips
blistix stick
bubbling skin
already brown from
a stolen midweek vacation
and up the hill we trek
bags of goodies
bouncing against hips
enveloped
in cotton candy mist
we laugh
as a cart full of lunatics
goes hurling by
screams lost to empty lungs
as their breath is stolen.
We laugh
but we're nervous....
Hidden now from the sun
but still no reprieve
as we join the short line of thrill seekers...
this ain't your grandma's log flume
and there's no refreshing splash
waiting for you at the end of the line
"Woman! We could die"
His eyes avoid mine
and I know resolve is slipping.
A cart full of lunatics
rolls into the station
broiling with laughter
he mistakes for fear
caught up in his own the way he is.
I take a seat, buckle up
while he stands there
one foot in the car to hell
one foot suspended
above the last piece of solid ground
he thinks he will ever touch.
I let him off the hook
as the nine year old kids
that have grabbed the front of our car
should not be subjected
to the bombardment of curses
he will not be able to control
even for the sixty seconds it takes
to find our way back.
I shoo him from the platform
pull the lap bar tight
and flip him the bird
as my car load of lunatics
the last in the line
careens over the edge
You know,
when you grab the last car in the line
you actually hit air...not rail?
And the great wooden timbers
start to shake.
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| The Tree-Topper Coaster, Upper Clements Park, Nova Scotia |
Comments
I want to get off ...
You're making it too scary. Wise companion, brave you.
this ain't your grandma's log flume
and there's no refreshing splash
waiting for you at the end of the line
/roller coaster of dysfunction
"... laughter
he mistakes for fear
caught up in his own the way he is."
I know that guy.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/26/all-wide-eyed-and-loving-me/
as their breath is stolen.
We laugh
but we're nervous....
So many wonderful lines, hard to choose a favorite. Wonderfully baited!
I enjoyed you flipping him the bird before you took off haha.
holding this baby together
there has to be...right?
Exactly how I felt getting on some rides--some of the ones that spin you around until your dizzy and slam you up and down. The roller coasters, tho, I love. Must be one of the lunatics...
I missed Mister Linky, but mine is here: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/05/28/village-carnival/