Paradise

I will reprise my role once again.

The pain is only slight

once again

I have let someone down.

The tootsie roll clouds mock

my misshapen head.

I can’t help it I was born this way.

I see the sun

raising a wave up to my

scorched red eyes.

Maybe today I won’t fall in the tub

in a state of a ballistic frenzy

because I forgot to butter my toast.

Or maybe I will.

I haven’t decided yet.

One thing is true

moments with me

can be paradise in summertime.

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