Ferris Dreams and Neon Screams (Patreon)

I hope you guys don't mind me posting the occasional poem or non-sexy story, but I've received some requests to post some of my writing contest content here, so I will from time to time. :)

I'll start with this free verse (no set rhyme or meter) poem, which has now won three poetry contests and has been featured in a writing newsletter. It's rare that I say this... but I'm actually quite proud of this one. I wrote it when deciding to continue writing under my HikerAngel pseudonym in addition to working on more serious stuff. Hopefully, you can feel the ambiance I'm striving to create...

Ferris Dreams and Neon Screams

Torn paper ticketsheared from dusty rollwith quick zipper-ripbuys me oneratchety clunk of bent turnstile,entrance to world ofFerris dreamsand neon screams.Leaky nostrils flare withfirst breath of autumn,it's wafting chillseasoned by airborne sugar,cherry-red sunset tingedby dark amusement.Pink fingers clutchCrooked aluminum’sheat-sucking tubes,I sway in lineto tinkling melody,airy whistle-chirpof out-of-tune pipesset to rhythmic clackof climbing coasters.Boarding swinging metal,happy nervousness wellswhen confined by squeaky clapof rusty-hinged door.Leaning, bent spokeslurch dangling legs upward,peering over top,thrill of first drop.Far below pellets crack,pinging metal targetsdelighting shrieking children,bouncing on young toesclutching polyester sharks.Cakes drip from funnels,butter sticks cinnamon tonimble fingerslicked in spirals by zealous tonguesbefore true wash by snow cone.Brain-freezing amuse-boucheprepares stomachs to spin onwhirling, mechanical spiders.Leaves crunch.Slegehammers ding.Houses giggle with fun.Tingle of anticipation tenses fingers.Full of fright this world may be,but as undulating mirrors display,it bends to the whims of the bold.I smile,ready for another ride.53 lines of free verse