Possibilities

My Overvoid origin
Obscure fourth dimension
Story teller
Distorting reports
On the 13th floor
Of the Wayside School

Way Cool
Playing the fool
But the joker's
A poet philosopher cloaked
and the thought's been provoked

Sitting in the infinite white
Stretching against the blank page
Fingertips becoming
Brushes, batons, boomwhackers, Bedazzlers
The bombastic traveller
A chatterbox unfolding origami fortunes
Exploding confetti epiphanies

I am a flash mob
With Blast Processing
A never ending Gobstopper
A fausnaught in a mosh pit
Sour then sweet
Fresh out the patch kids
So what's up my cabbages?

Standing up
Creaking ball joints
With HDMI and USB tendons
Leaking blood, sweat, and ink
One foot in front of the other
The junk poet and art puppet
carrying tunes in a bucket
Till the bass drops out
and washes over left feet

I’m Fred Astaire
Putting on the Ritz
Expanding strings snapping
Like beatniks not clapping
Piano keys smiling
Every cartoon princess
and DDR fanatic
Filling the stage
the canvas
the page
I can finally speak to the world tonight