Monday, April 24, 2023

Seated and strapped in, we have no
choice but to ride the ride. How can
we stand up to two-thousand tons
of fear-fueling steel? All gasp and
momentum, designed for shock, sheer
stomach-drop and awful thrill-feasts—
gobbling up our screams for its next
marketing scheme. Eaten, we heave
unheard across their screens, bulging
eyes seen, but not our sight, just fright:
delicacy served piping hot,
meat pie following a fresh shave.
I don’t think we can handle this,
we whisper, as our falling fate
clicks closer, unavoidable.
And once it comes and takes and hurts
and then fades, why do we pay it
to take us for a ride again?

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week