Circle Me Sad

Wild Heart Scribe

Pop another quarter in
Go on and ride my back
Saddle up
and
settle in
It’s gonna be a long one
Depraved dimness
explosively exaggerated
in blue up and down
brown mall circles…
Syrup calliope cadence sticks
you discolor what makes me tick
and how it makes me sick
But you’ve
lashed me now
masked me now
trashed me now
The sad circle slows…
you try to get off
but I won’t let you.
Ride’s not over…
I have succumbed.

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