Snap crackle pop
I am turning into cereal
Sparks light up
My inner joints
My hips are tiny fireworks
My fingers are singed from within
My neck is an cymbal crunch
Knees sound like the summer does
Like the cricket song at night
Even when I blink
A wicked noise escorts
My body is a symphony
I sound like I've lived a profound life
Yet I've barely lived at all

I'm a rediculous miscreant
Wandering open walks

People ask what color my hair is
How should I know?
The things that concern them are trivial

I'm higher than that
In all senses of the word

Floating above the bobbing crowns
Of the general public

I'm a popped bubble gum
Sugar-sweet, a mouthful and childish

Burbling along
A nerve of bundles

The drowsy doe-eyes
Sprung
Eyelashes high-kick when I bounce by