I feel my silhouette
is larger than me
and hovers like a bright moon.
Unnatural; the money is not earned,
but not stolen - appealing it's infancy.
The sugar flavored fish hooks
Lazily sway and wait
to snap you like a twig.
Such an ordeal.
You should be made to relax
and be maleable;
leaves crushing under foot.
The artery and the artistry -
it's all too much.
Like that moon, neon,
brazenly passing its margins.
Put yourself in the pipe
and just flow.