Carnival Attraction

I’m looking for solutions./The jalopy keeled over in a ditch,/car radio brays Cole Porter from the window,to extract it’s fee./(Such memories betray me.)/The crowd exults/ as our chairman cries for an answer/desperately seeking his cradle/their brows brim over with sweat,/immersed in desire;/by night she tills the soil/ hands buried in a package/ shapes of starfish, blisters concealed./This event brings a circus to the senses/a lie about a paltry sum/enacted over and over…