I want to be a carnie,
Or a carnie’s junk collector.
Filling my room with mannequins,
eyes wide like corpses with gangly limbs.
I’ll collect clown’s heads that swing like cogs,
I’ll live in a cavernous factory amongst all this;
Freak show posters and old squeeze boxes.
I’ll light it with fairy lights,
drift around it like a vampire
I’ll take her there,
play Tom Waits and make love to her.
From a projector on the wall,
We’ll watch cult movies,
Walk around naked,
bang toes on the junk.
By: Nick McGee