TROUBADOUR TOWN

TROUBADOUR TOWN

we spent a day
and  night
in
troubadour town

you
with your passable Italian
fiuenr French

and me
with smatterings
of Esperanto and
Provencal

rode every ride at the carnival
having
   put our books down

feastimg on pizza and shwarmas
homemade beer and bread
tasty bake potatoea
and
   much meat pies

and me a card-
carrying vegan before
this date
      was less contrived

than magically
came about

and at
     the day’s dizzy pinnacle
the death
      dipper at its height

we wondered if this
were Heaven if
Heaven might
be real

then
plummeted (air
sucking the
screams
out of
our lungs

runaway trian on
crazy
    tiny
    track

full
roller-
              coaster down

can sing
of our day in troubadour town