Poptart Likes My Singing

Raspberry jam

is a taste that lives up to

it's color.

Stretching the Windows

Mold is damp and gray

transforming foam to fluffy domes

medical usage goes to waste.

Keep me entertained.

Elephants dance in your pupils.

I am gently laid

as I am put to cardiac arrest 

in your sweet warm embrace.

A melody so trippy,

so completely entranced

take my quarters 

and my dimes.

Eat all my pennies.

I will sweep the floor with you.

Verification

The dribbling hours subsides
as a nauseating grin erodes.
You lurch about the dance floor
touching you index finger to your thumb.
I keep on watching you
self-contained in your internet head
and the lights turn off,
I reach for my coat
and I walk out alone.

Imhotep

New Trend

The new trend is called "The Bend."
What one must do is to bend until
the breaking point.
And once one is broken,
the humiliation sets in.
Society is fun when
entertainment is poison.

Pose for Photos

Avast the great divide is
a shallow mind.
Blonde is just a color,
not an idea.
Ginger is a railroad fire
and brunette is a
consumable mess.
Black hairs do all  the above.
What has beauty school
taught all the Druids?
To laugh appropriately
to crude humor.

After the Hurting Hours

The world messaged me
when I sat on a slab of rock
which was as bitter as sewage
and as foggy as clam.
Thoughts of pearls
enticed me to shy away
from the hip crowd.
My face has been consumed
in red strength
and my arms matched the
longitude of death.