In 1943
\nwhen I was a kid of exactly six
\nmy aunts took my sister and me and
\nmy silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday
\nmother to the amusement park
\nat Ocean City New Jersey USA.<\/p>\n
Whatever we did
\ncotton candy and salt water toffee
\nand a lot of walking and watching
\nI do remember the house of mirrors
\nand the clanking rippling tunnel of love
\nwhich was tame enough for us.<\/p>\n
I remember that clicking clanking
\nas the chains or whatever pulled us
\nalong the dark ominous water way
\na judicious distance from the other
\npassenger carrying swans. I wondered
\nif they were the birds that brought babies
\nbut my aunts told me storks were different.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, the wife and I
\ntook the car over to the auto
\ncar wash and I was reminded
\nby the clicking clanking track
\nthat hauled us into the maze of
\nspinning spraying monster brushes
\nof the tunnel of love and how scared
\nour little guy was when we used to
\ntake him with us through the auto car wash
\nand now, come to think of it
\nthere was a certain aggressive
\nclaustrophobia about being closed in
\nand assaulted by giant monster brushes
\nvomiting porridge all over the car.<\/p>\n
Even though I was with my sweetie
\nthat was no tunnel of love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In 1943 when I was a kid of exactly six my aunts took my sister and me and my silly-because-I’m-on-a-holiday mother to the amusement park at Ocean City New Jersey USA. Whatever we did cotton candy and salt water toffee … Continue reading