I got the Ferris Wheel Blues
An excerpt from the poem “The Ferris Wheel” by Wyatt Prunty from Unarmed and Dangerous. With a Signalman in the fore.
Since the genius of the wheel was accident,
The always-almost that hadn’t,
A minor agony rehearsed as fun
While the lights came up and dark replaced the sun,
Seeming to complete their going round all day,
Paying to be turned that way.
Later, standing off, he felt the wheel’s mild dread,
Going as though it lapped the miles ahead
And rolled them up into the cloudless black,
While those who rode accelerated back
And up into the night’s steep zero-G
That proved them free.
