Vertiginous on carousels where dares are met,
I dismount the painted unicorn, horn stroked for luck.
Cross-eyed kin rummage
In gunnysacks for my berth certificate
But find a mug shot instead. Beatific sneer.
I truss my beef for a Kodak moment, make
A getaway into arms of the Holy Mother,
Flailing arms like a manic runway mechanic
In a panic over the crash-landing of his Tonka truck
Received as a Christmas gift
From a pitying elf
In lieu of this first priority,
The ethereal beauty
Waiting
In fixed smile
On a ship
In my mind.
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