Wed to What?

lillian the home poet

They lived a merry-go-round life
senses dulled by blurred vision
maniacal calliope music
mired in manufactured grooves.

She rode the blue horse
its mane gilded in gold
hands cold on metal pole
forever spinning forward.

He rode two steeds behind
eyes wild with lust
chasing her round and round
never gaining ground.

Desperately out of synch
his up to her down
so close, but always out of reach.
Gold ring dangling in neon lights
they rode on and on and on.


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