State of Fairs
Rapidly rotting, a rotation of velvet seated animals;
Skewered and goldflooded, twinkling in this land of abandon and abandoned toys.
Misfit, mismatched and mislead,
Malice made merry again.
A circus, more charade than cover-up,
All grand gestures and jesters.
Five words met with five words more,
Like two stars caught in twin orbits;
A Gemini season miracle a million years in the making,
Growing supermassive over some unregistered planet’s horizon.
“I’ll give you all of my stuffing if I can borrow a button”
“Let’s ride one more, and then talk about it”