RETRO-SPECK

I want acid.

Feel a breathless manic joy

and be psychedelic.

Morph this electro-manipulated

drama to the subliminal

reservoir of my scams for a while.

And go out to frolic,

to cavort on my tangerine dreams…

Sigh and dance

on his balding neon hills

with majestic waves of cartoonic hearts

and frills

and vintage spirals.

Catch the gassy hued clouds

with my sunkissed fingers

and go offer myself

to an endless swirl

to wash away this grim notch

of my captured euphoria.

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