(2004)
Two young girls pushing on slow down the tight hall
Slanting down steep grows the unseeable floor
In their ears a flash of a deep loud groan
A male voice but from where is unknown
They move on into blurry dimness ahead
Shooting until glass stops them dead
Altitude dropping as they choose to go left
Oozing fog machines give them heavier breath
Clinging onto each other smiling with fright
We do these acts for daring excite
Charging to the frame that lets daylight in
They turn and giggle catching a glance of him
Cheek bones breaking through his withdrawn features
Dancing as he moves pointing his cane in gestures
His open smirking mouth delving into his hollow skull
Petite nose and mouth soften his stopping look
Green eyes follow them through the shadows cast
Braces hidden by his tailcoat in washed out black
Slicked back grey and brown receding hairs
Falls just to the length of his large aged ears
Two twisted legs as branches from a tree of time
Yellow stained nails un-neat and backed with grime
The girls becoming tired take their leave
They had their fun, their feeds, filled adrenaline rushed needs
Now he looms by the rusted gate grinning as they exit
Tipping his hat, they edge around and forget him
A day with churning, when will the spinning stop
After three hot dogs and pink candy floss
Twisting stomach towards the waltz ends
Bringing it all back up upon a friend
One foot raised on a box as his guests vacate
The bright lights off, no more music played
They have forgotten a world that doesn’t hold a house of horrors
For today everyone is thirteen and we will face life tomorrow
The buzz silenced from the motors fuelling the death traps
Food stalls contents scattered enticing the infestive rats
For another illuminating night he has pleased the fair going fans
He can sleep peaceful, he is the carnival man