Six Flags falls on Hard Times

the place is empty

open, but just barely.
I mean,
we got in, right?

no tickets
no attendants

all rides require a passcode

which
I
always
get
wrong.

always.

the food vendor
serves cold
corn dogs

cheaper that way.

he does extra duty
as a medic

and rabbi.

desperate times

somewhere, a Christian
recording artist
past her prime
warbles
beyond the empty amphitheater
and over the desolation.

she still sounds pretty good,
so there’s that.

but no music
old or new
can make this place sing right now.

I move
from ride to ride

entering wrong codes.