indefinite themepark.
nut
i hear the call
these un-unified voices in head
fail to ease, pleased.
plastered to the sides
hanging by a swing
and another shot would kill.
the names they call out
of which i'd never heard
the strangers and strange people
being quite absurd.
curled up eyelashes and
pink mascara proves quite futile.
footsteps in the cement never
lead to anything worth seeing.
the calls
of another i barely knew.