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