goes round and round,
a conveyor belt. As sweat
melts off every man and
woman standing bored out of

their skulls, homing in as
a flock of gulls. Mashed together
as broken shells around this
carousel. And waiting. Baby screaming

out her lungs. Boy sticking out
his tongue. And the colors swirl, gold
red, blue, and purple, a Van Gogh
painting. And waiting.