Swinging chairs

I've been to Coney Island 

I saw the carnies and furtively unearthed their secret desire 

To be enjoyed, admired, loved 

I loved them 

Just the way a sister loves hers 

I pushed my index finger against the enormous trouble aching in my temples 

I couldn't defeat the sound of anguish in their laughter 

So I rode the cyclone til the cyclops had three eyes and I vomited my heart 

I left it there at Coney Island between his and the redheads hands

I whispered come back to me when I've been fucked 

But it won't return til I have been loved 

I thought it might be you that returned my treasured organ but you 

Were nothing more than a game piece I guess 

Because she refuses to come back