Fair VII

And here’s another poem. This one’s called Fair VII.

I. Fair
the metal cups aligned against one another
both connected on a ledge
up and down they tilt
finally they stop
balanced
the scales of justice
II. Fair
could be compared to a summers day
if i thought i was a poet
could have a dazzling portrait
if i thought i was a painter
could have a novel
if i thought i was a writer
could have diamonds
if i thought i was rich
III. Fair
the wheel spins
the circle turns
the flying machines rush through the sky
the coaster dips up and down
the house bounces gelatinously in the wind
I. Fair
figures of fairness
reside at the front of the room
calmly presiding
calmly in power
in their well-oiled metal minds we hear a tick
and some can see clearly
instead of a head
the scales of the justice
II. Fair
yes you could have had this all
but i am not a poet or a painter or a writer or rich
i am none of these
and if you cant understand
i will let you go
for this fair is but on the outside
my dear
whats inside
matters more
far more
III. Fair
inside a house i creep
loud clangs i hear
i wander in
then darkness
a woosh a noise a bark a cackle
then i hear
“daddy this house isnt very fun”
IV. Fair
fair is the balance
fair is the beauty
fair is the carnival
fair is the justice
fair is the outer layer
fair is the circus
fair is rare
fair is common
fair is in between
fair is as fair does
fair is a house of darkness
fair is a scale in judgement
fair is the bestowed of favors
fair is the tangle of this braided poem
fair is a cheater
fair is a just man
fair is fair is fair
Fair…

(Edit: New spacing format!)

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