Bip Bop (I Am Me)

Fix never, slip, bip bop,
Hang twice nice triumph;
Not closed, so open,
Loud, screaming, level.

Nearby near you, then me.
Cackle creatures nickel
Meandering, rewind
Lengthy schmoozing.

Clinging to swipes.
Violent wipes tangle,
Angled towards them.
Running underneath

Realms of agreement.
Lords of acidic types
Round reading ripe.
How to claim the same,

Leaning to the best
Endings, conquest.
Defeat suffering.
Best to be least.

At the bottom,
I feel it coming.
It climbs up me.
It surrounds me.

It covers my head.
Am I happy?
That’s a silly question.
I am me.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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