Nuts
and I can hear the tune
beginning to end
beginning to end
over and over
like peanut butter stuck
to the roof of my brain
and the chorus swells
in and out
out and in
a titanic tornado
of melodic flying monkeys
shaking my tree
and they've covered the world
beating drums behind my ears
filling my mind with their volume
and now their song is mine
or mine is theirs
it makes no never mind
when the loop ends
in a noose
April 3, 2016
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