A giant salmon swims
Across the treeline
Little sliver of a moon
Hangs in a twilight blue sky
I write poems on a telephone
While my fingers turn to popsicles
I can see my thoughts in my breath
Cartoon thought balloons
Seeing the world through
The plotted out timeline
Of a movie storyboard
I sink luxury cruiseliners
For a laugh
Costume super jerks
Hunt me daily
To bring me to justice
I jerk my head quickly
To the right
And concuss my brain
Throbbing
My eyes go dark
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