hunger and sleep distract me for a moment
and I go back to thinking
pink polka dots
It really doesn't matter what I'm doing
walking, painting, walking, writing...
I'm dreaming Pink Polka Dots
What has this World come to?
it has become one big pink bubble gum
it is lounge all my ears listen to
her voice, her lips
her thighs, like a ferris wheel
I'm lost in a psychedelic dream
marionberry flavored LSD
my obtuse obsession
until I see her and her legs again
wearing those almost painted boyshorts
covered with pink polka dots
My God, what have I done?
what door did I go through?
what card did I turn?
what lock did I open?
what Genie have I released?
such angel
such devil.
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