empty soul.

and so it goes…
gyrating, waiting on the fall of a tuppenny piece
watched by soulful carnival clowns, mouths agog
eating your balls for three a penny, cheap cheap,
to win this fluffy prize, a stuffed useless plaything.

and so it goes..
painted plastic, some sad, some happy, some mad
moving with function, back, forth, onward and up
the saddest of painted clowns endeavoured to smile
choose me she barely whispered, with a nod and wink.

and so it goes..
for i relate to you dear reader, she did so converse,
it was not the atmosphere, or the fun of the festival
which played this strange trick upon my intelligence
or no never, not the one dozen gross hot dogs i ate.

and so it goes..
i chose this synthetic seducer to have my loose change
she knew, and smiling quietly penetrated my very heart
offering herself in replacement for the hurt in my being
always with me, for all time within me, an empty soul,

and so it goes..
for the fair was closed….

greg.