Around
The mountain of flames
We sing,
Strum instruments,
Laugh until
Our cheeks turn into
Bursting cherries,
And fly on the sand,
Spinning, running,
Until the sun
Says hello to
The waves,
And disappears
Into their murky depths.
When the blackness
hits us too hard,
We scramble,
Flashlights shining
Into the night.

It was a spark
I say,
One night
Of imagination and friendship
That I'll always keep close.

Hanging upside down
He wriggled
And he struggled
Then he wriggled some more.
But no matter how he wriggled
Or how he was cheered and applauded
No matter how much he huffed
Puffed and blushed
There was no getting out
Of the straight jacket
Wriggle Wriggle
Struggle
The cheering turns to jeering
The clapping to back slapping
As he huffed and puffed
The jeering came to creshendo
The audience gasped for breath
As did the wriggler
Who wiggled
To his death

I wake
Then bake
To differentiate
My state
Is ******
Slightly alone
But not quite caring
I'm daring
And debonair
To be millionaire
Without money
Going through life
With a disposition so sunny
It funny
The words I come up with
Inside my brain
When I think about
The girl I love
Mary Jane