Roadside Attraction

 
roadside attraction
a snowy windmill of propelling fists
thud their one-two and one-one hammers
down on stoic industrial shatter-proof plastic..

ten or so seconds later
though he side-swipes himself in the process
he successfullly splits open a panel of the bus shelter
a cartoon crack ripples down the screen
and quite astonished he looks at his achievement
he roars with laughter..

he shouts i did this
he waves and invites passers-by
look at that
i mean seriously..
look at that..meticulous..meticulous execution
admire the detail please..please..

then he picks up his bottle of vodka
and as he quaffs a few more heroic gulps
he stumbles backward onto the road
raises his finger and closes an eye
he gains a wider artistic perspective on his creation
yes..yes..indeed..i have to say..

a car honks
he bows down and shouts i thank you i thank you
no after you..
please no after you..
and the inebriated traffic warden with a generous sweep of the arm
waves the traffic on
cars tentatively curve
some have their hazard lights on..

then he twirls and tumbles back to the bus shelter
after he notices a full-framed ad displayed inside its side panel
a model smokes her enigmatic mona lisa-like smile
while she holds up a bottle of perfume..

he leans down in an attempt to sniff 
his nose presses right up against the fake glass screen
ah that is lovely
that is truly delightful young lady
you smell so sophisticated
you smell of..france..proper france..
your neck your wrists..all of them
smell of france..
i get nutmeg
and is that a cheeky hint of..tartaria..

no matter
you smell of..france..and paris
you are as cute as a dolphin
you are as cute as a..
a dolphin..in the rain..

oh..is it raining..never realised it is raining
oh thanks for letting me..
you are such a darling..

so i must bid you farewell young lady..
needs must
you know how it is
but do not cry my lovely
you know i have to go
you know i will never cheat on you my dear..

and as he blows her a kiss
he presses his right hand over his heart
as god is my witness..

and with that and on his way
the limpid saturday dawn wavers
all aswirly inside his merry-go-round
and all while somewhere up there
somewhere over that rainbow
the airy smiling baudelaire somersaults..