Breadcrumb fiend
Sweet knee-crawler
Rice path, unraked
Dissociative winding
The spirit, unfed
Starving and desperate
Willing and able
Another crumb, please
Tastebud spanking
For what doest thou have a taste?
The wine of wonder
At marathon stations
Happy hallucinogenic berries
Mixed with bloody knee-juice
Hast thou learned?
Or doest though have another paddling in thy future?
Be hazed now, crawl through legs
Of erected God-like specters
Copping a feel
Adorable variable,
Don’t you think?
Spinning a dog to dizziness
Mouse and cheese maze all day long
And what a lucky life it is.