WHISTLING SHADE |
by Christopher Barnes
A backswept alley eye-opener—
Roll up roll up to this pleasure-round attraction.
They tout tuck, ding-dong fights, wild oats music—
Customer-snatching freak shows
In diamond-studded light.
Uncork a grumbling metropolitan purlieu—
Spanner-built thrills,
Ping-clink coin-heavy arcades.
Twist-a-whirl, shoot-the-chutes
And all your awe will be gravity-flung.