State Fair

I do remember the image in this picture.
Forgive me, but I've gotten old, so the
Mundane facts the newspaper fed me
Decades ago come back with more clarity
Than whatever I did last week, last year.
It would seem that we'd gone to some
Shitty resort or event somewhere easily
Driven from here, from the heart of
Yokeldom, Middle America. Fried food!
Dunk tanks! Thrill rides, and Ferris
Wheels; pretty thin gruel for someone
Who's older than eight, and possesses
Much of a brain. The wife and the kids
Had fun, I believe, but I moped. I don't
Do well with such entertainments.
An art museum might have been nice,
A coral reef, a bottle of bourbon, a chat
With someone whose knowledge runs
Past right-wing talking points
And professional sports, but none
Of these things was there to be found.
I was unhappy; I'd fallen in love,
And the girl to whom I had fallen was far off,
Stocking the shelves in the place where
I worked. Red haired, pale, mostly pleased
To be with me, she told me she loved to
Ride roller coasters. Maybe she would have
Liked where I had gone, but I loved her
Anyway, even as I moped. I just can't
Say for sure when that was.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-14 at 02:17

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