From The Fruit Of Fantasy

From The Fruit of Fantasy

by Gabriel Magno

I yelled and flung the empty whiskey bottle through the air

The marching high school band is getting closer

Children running, playing with the pygmy bear

The carny selling snake oil, argues with the grocer.

Soldiers marching past the fountain try hard to hide their stares

as ladies of the night walk by and boldly strut their wares.

The preacher turns the other cheek, and quickly looks away

As mothers hide their children’s eyes, on such a dreadful day.

The hunchback and the midget playing baseball on the grass

run off the growling rabid dog that almost bit their ass.

The fishermen pull up their anchors in the dark and tranquil bay

and sail off to their secret place, where mermaids swim and play.

The doctors and the lawyers and their limo drivers too

lay drunk across their tables in the dimly lit saloon

The one eyed hooker sings aloud her favorite Country tune

As the village idiot runs in circles, howling at the moon.

And me I’m just here sitting, watching from the bleachers

As children on their outing, yell profanities at their teachers.

The firemen turn their hoses on the salesmen trying to sell

Direct TV subscriptions, as the crowds yell "go to hell".

City lights come alive, the cats desert the streets

the silence of the falling leaves, are gathering at my feet,

as I walk past the working men, erecting circus tents

To bring tomorrow’s curious here, to offer new events