Typically orange, but today a sour lemon.
A sour lemon, with a whisper of banana Laffy Taffy.
Lucious golden locks, urine is trickling.
Silent snickers 6:47, saffron horizon peeping ahead.
I appear as the daffodils sprouting when the air turns to spring. However,
faded. Faded ancient paper, disintegrating with every fingerprint.
A flashing traffic light— slow down or speed up? Double highway lines
I am scribbled on post it notes, shoved between pages
sticky from August marmalade.
Baby's buttons splashing in a pool of honey.
AMC butter popcorn, greasy like the trusted
Maybelline mascara tube.