Daisy rainbows and

Eight hundred milligrams

Of candy corrosive

Repellant.

Something in the air,

I forebode

And all to wonder

Is ditsy clowns

And railway

Bounds.

There’s been much insight

On this

To configure

In heaps

That the future

Is no longer

Bleak.

But instead,

Cherry-popping freedom.

Virginities abandoned

And a smooth journey

As the soul

Refreshes, not quite

Start anew.

Fermentation to preserve.

I like it that way.

More flavor.