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.
coasted rolls turned rollercoasted
all those moles hammer broken
every day’s hall distortion
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))