A Taste of the Rainbow

And with a single sprout I climb,

To cotton candy of euphoria,

I bite the hepta-color path

Which may just lead to golden lands.

The amber stream of laughter fills my heart,

As hands and limbs will dance and come apart

While keys unlock my lips and cage,

Pandora opens up my mouth and sage.

Caricatures are what I am,

With nectarines and sprouting crambe,

I am a bush I am no man.

For I have lost myself again,

For I shall turn away and run.

And once I fall and crash and burn.

I’ll do it all again once more.