Life’s quite the show,
Got me bubble blowing and hunting rainbows;
Getting high before I explode, so I can fall lower than my woes.
Making your colors fade when I get too close,
No glittering gold exposed in exchange for my hopes.
Just something small I crave to hold
But it pushes and crawls between finger bones.
While creases scold, my visage imprinting an image of a kid who was told
Not to make funny faces but he kept it that way and it froze-
In place, I waste time watching the bell, counting its tolls
Codename: Quasimodo.
Give me a weight heavier than the world
And I’ll sling it over my hunched back, like a hermit crab gone mad and make it a home;
A proper abode to learn how to grow mold, perfect my smoke Os,
And scrape the cancer from between my toes.

-SLuR