the sky an upside down sundae,
sherbet somehow in the mix,
along with the chocolate sauce and all,
the cherry that is the sun
hovers over everyone who runs,
from the shock of an atomic cherry bomb
i am running...
vision mimics the end of a rattlesnake about to strike,
and a generous hand in control of a salt shaker.
who to find,
where to go,
what to know?
away from the sun,
away from the sun i go.
