Bipolar

Stuck — a smooth echo

To straighten a bent spoon, what to say?

Admirable. Clap but carry a knife —

a very sharp knife. Why?

To cut the cake as we celebrate

Cut the head of a miniature stead

How cute, it all oozes!

palm forces against iced flowers

to the edges. Break and ooze —

what a twinkling booze!

groove and dance all night

Have you seen a sight?

An endless drip of blood on ice

reserve a smile to preserve order

remember what it is, crunching thoughts —

Are they just thoughts?

plea for both — none for ‘no’ and all for ‘yes to all’

a hymn, kill to save — A Killing Hero.

an odd banner to welcome.

But I clap, they clap, we clap — absurd!

I stare blankly into the crowd,

I wonder and wander

a mind, mine if there is

Can — any thoughts from 0–100

Can’t — any double thought

such a ‘Truth Killer”

Ah! Stay here, in everlasting peace and solitude

free to stare at the crowd and

throw time *a waste not to use 10 fingers —

but there are still those who have none.

Brain dead; One must kill to save

Celebrating death and grieving life,

gorgeous twist, world-fit.