Too many of my lines start, ‘Have you ever …?’
And of course, she hasn’t.
No Disneyland, no fairground rides,
No distorting mirror, so we go.
And we stand there, bending as we’re still.
She looks. ‘I knew this once,
In a dream.’
We lose each other once or more,
Crazy circles and I’m so tired.
And ‘fraid, I can’t get out.
(We’re all alone in here.)
Comrades in a world that bends,
Distorts and twists, just what is right,
Which way out?
Distorted collection of the grotesque,
Echoes from another age.
When I find her, we don’t recognise each other,
For a moment.
That night I dream too.