The city grid
the circle and the square
the circle unsquared
the circle squared away
the squircle
the outer perimeter like a geyser a condom a broken polygon
the map goes on
but like the secret life of luggage
all happens between the lines

Going, Going. Going
Polygonal
the carousel tarmac vinyl

The secret lives within luggage
the secret lies sometimes within luggage
Now to build an amusement park from words
only to find it is a fair and being taken down
by teams of Meso-Americans
camoflogued in heavy work gear
the ferris wheel is de-illumined
slowly going inward
as the carnival gets ready
half is to go to another municipality
and the other half home

Here I am at the trapeze school
putting on the leather starps, fasteners, and buckles
for high flying
but it is a team which flies and interacts into
somersaults, leaps, tumbles, and groupings
of one two three four and five

Solitaires ,duets, trios, quads, and quintets
in a still life can also be like acrobats at just that moment
frozen in time
as the writer upon them is then the one in motion as he was the passive viewer when all was kinetic once upon a time

Perhaps this was a vision about other of this writers other works
a piece of the author in each wishing to take flight
without divergent thoughts intervention here in this dalliance
giving to each other coming together in magnificent joyous
arrangements and a spectacular collages of all concrete and as of yet imagined things?

I am going be to going abroad looking
still for the tissue of extrodinary exactitude
the hotel d'ballonacy
where the hotel shopping mall poem exiting the tissue of extrodinary exactitude
balloons

This time on the way to Europe there are no descriptives
because all this blogger brought was accepted as a carry on
accepted to be carried on

Is this really not the secret life of love?
where there are no secrets in
the secret life of love of lovers
if we begin

Do I wear a revelers masque
or dream perhaps floating in the oblivion pose
in supposed space by a police man I am tagged
after an electric charge cardigram
back to the speed mattress perhaps

at the center of the inwardly illuminating contraption
the face of the crumudgeon poet John Farris
going round and round when the machine is on
talking at your like a vision from wonderland
"oh! how funny to see you here at your wheel'

back again in thought
to the hotel room on the sand barge overlooking the ferris wheel
but only rounds now of black
an outer loop of black
and an inner one of red-
blurry abstract but for the moment

A wetsuited figure always stands on gaurd
for aesthetic turn on
and to protect the erection (protect the erections )
in site of the ferris wheel
in the clapboard partial historical recreation hotel