Dancing Ladies

by | Aug 6, 2019 | Issue Ten, Poetry

Moving     conveyor belt

trapped onward

tight and secure     sure     

so we hoped          roped   

into a misty tunnel    

my brother and I rolled

like double waves

over the front seat    

we got this          little white

knuckles clutching our belts,

who knows what could be lurking.

bloody red lights form streaks,      

foam roamed in furry barrels

from door to door     

the mitter curtain dropped

like a guilty witch     mother

saw the dread in our smiles.

Look at the dancing ladies!

she laughed and pointed

pacified   we laughed and pointed too

until the dancing ladies

parted like the Red Sea before

the sun.

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