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Chris Dudley
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« on: May 11, 2018, 12:59:17 PM »

Candy corn comes back to me
More than cotton candy
The Skowhegan Fair, after all
Was only one day of the summer.

Excited for rides
Standing tall for the bumper cars
The food was incidental
I remember better jelly beans.

A summer body tanned and stretched
From swimming every day
That’s what I feel from the fair
The trigger of motion.

Perhaps the bowl where the sugar spun out
Had some fascination
The spinning spindle oozes goo
That stretches out to threads.

Years later on Kilauea
Lava tubes hit the sea
Throwing up twisting globs of heat
That spun into Pele’s hair.
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« Reply #1 on: May 12, 2018, 11:51:48 AM »

The buttery almost nutty smell of popcorn permiate my nose. it engulfs me like a ray of sunshine. I always loved the cotton candy feeling like I'm eating clouds and than it precipitated in my mouth. I can feel the disinegration of the sugar in my mouth. Melting like when you set fire to something. these were my favorite parts of carnivals. What I look forward to most. Roller coaster rides that send me into a frenzy. chills start racing up my spine and my heart runs away from me as I reach the top of the ride. A thousand frantic ballerinas dancing in my stomanch. and then I drop. My Body becomes so heavy its like i'm waiting for the air to catch me and it fails. I lose my head and all my organs with it. At this moment i become unaware that i have a body at all. The drop turns into a release. finally free of any chains the body has to offer. just me and my soul free to act however we want. The air pierces my skin causing my eyes to tear and stream down my face. all the people look like ants and the world seems so small from high up. the trees seems so much smaller.
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