To the old amusement park
We got in the blue car
And Chapel was driving banshee
Screaming at the passers by
Not for you or anyone
Would he shut that mouth
One of the girls
Clutched a bouquet of weeds
Said she’d make up
An aconite supper – ha
Lucklee none were starved
She threw it from the window
To a pack of stray dog
Possibly human, very hungry
It was a day of boiled birds
And when we got there
And when it rained
On the ruined red coaster
It hissed like a mad cat
And the smell of rusted wire
Filled the corroded park
Old Hemm rode
His lips into his nose
As if looking for a kiss
As if thinking something strong
Never did find out who what
It was his last ride
