Oaks Amusement Park Poem by nathan martin

incomplete dystopia

memories scattered around mixed in with the large oak leaves.

the trees gnarled and twisted having looked after themselves for years.

the park itself is similar with lots of ecclectic oddities scattered around.

large yellow sign post standing in an inorganic chernobyle faith.

waiting for rust or for the bumper cars to begin to light up and
move smashing against one another.

but it's to late for that, so they just sit there each
in their distinct directions

they seem as dead electrons around a strange archaic
nucleus of dandilions and cracked cement.