Loop De Loo
Happy like buttered popcorn at a matinee
They see they feel they leach from me.
Have become the seasoning
Have become the salt
Deprive your self not
Fill your bowl with the drool of me
Hair raising sensation of a twisting rag
Bile rising
Ah please rub, discharge the overload
Smell the ozone
CRACK!
Deflate, the me
Red balloon strung
Hobbled horse
Towered origami edged crane, broken wing
misery mine, yours, ink seep on a white page.
Trance dancer edging toward the blue of my purple prose.
Violet coming of the id to coconut oil fakings.
Happy, ahhhhhhhh, exalted, crucified, repeat.
*Inspired BY Bi-Polar Bear by Connor Jordan
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