[Spring loaded bongo]

 

Spring loaded bongo
big smile enthusiast.
Bowing heads
pretend to like jazz
blowing noses on metal bottoms-up
scruff infection.

My imaginary friend,
a dash in the days
there to keep his imaginary company. My imaginary friend
a dive to his head,
I'm holding his sparklers until he dives back.

Blonde buck rewards
see to be you beat
euphoria with sticks. Calm
correction fluid floods the woods,
I am holding the drain with sparklers,
brightly twirled mice never scaring
the elephants of imaginary companionship

spooning the whole harbor. It can start
by buying me bodies, stop
cut and spit like storm clouds and stages,
peace riddle spaces.