It’s a Swinging Life
Come on a windy night and you’ll find me
Slammed against my mate. We are
In cracked duet
We creak, the gust tugging our chains,
Rocked, ridden by unseen ghosts.
Daytimes, I’m busy, dizzy sometimes
Watching the roundabout whirl; steadied
When mothers push
Small children who
Can’t be left alone, in rhythmic motion
As if tilting them to settled sleep.
Ten year olds jostle, shove, reclaim me,
Their light seats scarcely touching mine
As they fly
High, up high,
Their voices shrill with the thrill that spreads before them
As they sense the giddying soar of their life ahead.
Evening falls, and we shudder, awaiting
A lurching battery – bottles and boys,
Than the wind.
As I groan under a bloated weight,
His girlfriend fixes her lipstick astride my mate.