Hyperventilation hijinks, wearing brown paper bag barrettes. Feathers fly - but concrete kisses as you fall. Scratched up skinned-knee blood bathed beauty bombs, setting fire to daydreamers.
Watch the world implode through rose colored glasses and savor sugar sweet methamphetamines cooking on the stovetop. Time’s up for you baby - part those lips and spoon it in. Clutch your pearls as it drips down your throat and coats your insides with Pollock paintings.
Panic, then breathe. Smell the antidote around the corner and run fast as you can, through shards of moonlight. Let silver star combs braid a crown on your brain bones, Shatter light posts with your scepter. M.R.