Like a latte’s foamy frothiness,
My shaved head is soft and hot.
Hot like desert sand that blows
Branding my brain sun-burn commands.
As I attempt to hide behind my Ray Bans.
Wash it, wash the sun away.
Too foamy on my latte today.
Horses, hoses –
Clean pavement made
chalk dirty.
A swirling lollipop takes only
a minute to hypnotize.
Theorize.
Capitalize.
I am here for myself.
Elves are tricky, not enough
Keebler’s cookies to share around.
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