Merry- go-bus

Round and round in circles
Like a merry go round
The bus is turning corners
Lights churning up with sound
Street names flash on the window
Fountains statues surround
Empty pavements
Others crusty with the crackling of busy bodies bustling
The loquacious lucky locket wearing window shoppers staring
The tourniquet led tourists twirling their turn styles dropping coins into slots
Or clocking off tickets like mechanical stocks
The stocking wearing spinsters who howl back at their dogs
And the merry go round bus turns around their world
Picking up penny pocket poor to the ribald rugged rich man's servant
The pale pored pasty pastiche of it technology tutorage
The tacky techno teens who train their caps to sit on backwards upon their tussled tops
Like some form of sea life existing in rock pools
Then heavy set hulks who heave their bulk
Towards the bulwarks of their barn door homes
To bed down with the oxen they weight lift in their sleep
And the pony tailed phony fellows whose pelt is hung across their shoulders
Like the Pawnee people
And rosy cheeked cherubim whom their mothers cherish in arms