The Ferris Wheel – Photo-Fiction #59


As the Ferris wheel spins
I touch my necklace and grin
Can be good or evil, these jinns

I dance with the stars
Sit down and write my memoir
Sometimes widow shop in a bazaar

Translucent like water drops
Hope they don’t just plop
In the morning great dewdrops

Vapid and empty sentiments
We used to be lovers once
It’s all black in your absence

Stunning pictures in a grid
Don’t come again, God forbid
Or else I’d do something to outdid

Trip to the moon and back
Please don’t ever come back
You’d be hit with a hefty thwack

Seems like a dream this trip
The one you did was such a gyp
You deserve a rip and whip

For: Photo-Fiction #59

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