Going to disneyland Paris without any children

　

Mickey Mouse greeted my vacant and soggy palm

And even through his happy mask

I could see he was hurt in open arms

I had arrived empty handed

Roll up and be sleeved

enjoy the ninth wonder of the world

Do I need children to be hurled backward in time

After all I own my own childhood

As I heard you only enjoy it through your own

But I have no choice so I go it alone

sad as the fluid that suspends the zero genome

It is Easter

Ponds have tadpoles

Jets transport infants

Eggs are made with smarties

this season has all the colour

But intelligence alone has no use in natural selection

As the glitterarti of life surrounds

Cinderella’s castle is on the horizon

The yellow brick road snacks like a python

constricted by emotion

he grabs my throat

The unfertilised eggs have no yolk of any use

So they left for the virile

I and I sloth the gold paved road for miles

harlots

In search of solitude, the only way to cope

My escape is to regress

To enjoy the wonder of Disney in this playful regress

All the children surround, they foam up like soap

The suds of parenting in an opera of life

In droves now

This hornet nest

I am lost within it

The biggest crowds make for the maximum shake up within

Shaker maker Disneyland grin

I make characters form disasters within

And they talk to me

Children that shall never be

Utter inquisitive words and they say "daddy"

Do they say Daddy?; that hurts, the father of all pain is solitude.

As sick as the sickening grin of any psychotic

Consumed by the very best in man made dreams

The fabrication of Hollywood and cartoon cream

I rise to the top of a roller-coaster

Holding my own hand from my looping carriage lectern I bolster

All ammunition is used for defence

Even the blanks can sit on the fence

All ammunition is made for defence

Keep firing blanks

Keep up this defence

Spent penny spent pence

Rode rides in enchanted lament

But the whole Disney trip is just partly pretence

Why wont they waggle those tails

Perhaps if I jump start them I shall find polished rails

That lead me to creation, running out of time

Old dad shall never see mine

Mrs mouse does a courtesy dance

I have become so dreamlike detached, interstellar

My words now rants in amplified silence

Yes the courting hens entertain

And the distraction eases the pain

I have no chemical reaction to ensure my genetic fame

Shall live forever

Daisy chains and laughs

A spent spirograph

A playful laugh of twins

Lord, my peripheral things aren’t working

one million vacant hammers, banging the same egg, but with stammers stopping them

Help me then

Stem this hurting rise of the missing men

I shall never father