The Man in the Silly Child’s Suit

The man in the silly child suit 

walks through the arcade, 

bucket of quarters 

dangling from his chubby hand.

He’s been wearing the suit 

since the day 

his parents stopped holding his hand, 

and all his playmates 

lost their enthusiasm.

Everyone around him 

is an alligator-toothed monster, 

and they shield their eyes 

from his creepy grinning face.

Outside his playhouse,

a hurricane overwhelms him, 

and prevents him 

from venturing out.

He will never catch 

the rolling hills, that lie 

on the other side of the tracks.

For, the freight train 

that passes over 

is infinite.

Reviews

[willweb]

What a picture this poem creates in the mind. This almost has a Beatles feel to it, like something from Sgt. Pepper. really cool LeannaE.