Bored on the side of a fountain

Twisting machinery sending geysers through the air
Relentless road of circling colours that twist minds and blur sight
The head knows not where to look and misses rythms in the search 

for the extraordinary
Meanwhile the heart and hat keep turning, cycling on the body of water.
Entertainement and art that people look at and marvel of, the human creativity
Meaningless to my senses, a twisted, dizzying merry-go-round
The fountain of Tinguely

Technicolor poet