fair, the blue explosion

A “poetic epilepsy” piece.

fair, the blue explosion reigns
in my dreams and down my drains
colors sparkle, fizz, and flick
      though you’re such a selfish prick
      you think all of this is me
      blame me for your misery
like the patterns shifting o’er
eyelids closed and worries sore
yet my visions shift and list
      you are such a narcissist
      like a toddler saying “mine”
      all i’ve seen you do is whine
in the streaming colors there
visions pure and good and fair
green and blue in tandem work
      you are just a stupid jerk

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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