Step Right Up! Step Right Up! The Fortuneteller's Eyes Are Bleeding!

If anyone has any questions about the images/ referances I use in this, please ask. I'm always hesitant to say anything before it's read. =)

Wodan, Summer

King, Green Man,

Saints on line to dry,

Rock Starlets shooting

across the cine-screen sky.

 

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! W****s!

 

The same rope can help

or hang you with legs

crossed, inverted in fours.

Change falling from your pockets

and circling your head on the floor.

 

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! W****s!

 

Pray to whomever.

Rub your stones.

Turn your cards.

Poke your gizzard.

I know it sounds odd

but my god, my god,

MY God lives in my belly,

f***s 'tween my sheets

and loves the light in your eyes.

 

10¢ tour!

10¢ tour!

Wisdom! Mysteries! W****s!

 

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

I'm glad i found this -- love the speaker as a ring-man, an announcer, calling in dupes.
these lines were especially good:
"Pray to whomever.
Rub your stones.
Turn your cards.
Poke your gizzard.
I know it sounds odd
but my god, my god,
MY God lives in my belly,
f***s 'tween my sheets"

Reminds me of Ginsberg's Car-theme in America, "how much down on your old trope?" It's a great tool, the marketing, the consumerism, the guilliability

"HEY RUBE!"

gc

[Collect-Eye]

raw and internally provocative..

don't show the mentalists..cause they're pitching quarters into the volcanic orafices of the sub-mentalists.

a little competition is good, though, I say.

[Emily B]

what kortas said, for certain sure. This is some strong writing. The kind that kicks you in the a*s when you didn't know you needed it.

[W.k.kortas]

Ah, every year we get a new graven image or false messiah...alternates between a cautionary tale and a well-turned and well-paced call of the carnival barker. This is some nicely crafted and (praise be!) unusually intelligent writing.

[jaime]

The first 3 times I read this I imagined walking in wide-eyed awe through a carnival scattered with gypsy booths, and fortune tellers with blue eyelids, red lips, and black teeth flashing their mystical cards, and drawing folks in with their magical reverence and a cadence that pulls at my guts and reels me in....

This last read I thought of my grandfather's story of how he lost his all his change from his pockets while hanging upside down in attempt to kiss the blarney stone. (He says he lost his false teeth too but I think he's pulling my leg. )

Point being that you always take me on visual journey, many at once at times.

[Miss Robinson]

I'm not quite sure why but I love this poem! It's well formatted and the repetition works. Can't wait to read more from you.