Spotlit poem . . . IV (’19)

Another from last year’s untitled sequence for this week’s spotlit poem, really prompted by playing with words in a workshop, I’ve heard those moles referred to somewhere before.

iv (’19)

coasted rolls turned rollercoasted
all those moles hammer broken
every day’s hall distortion
carni-valed incarnation
waltzered crowds press you on
every ride undodgemable
try them all find your fit
unique you think – become a myth
coasted rolls turn roller coasted
life’s freak show tracks
force these tricks
take your place, bearded lady,
got the horror?
ghost train to another town

A. H / K. H-H (18 February 2019 (first published))

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