Speeding Bipolar by Coleman Bomar

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Speeding Bipolar

I am going 90 on a foggy highway.
Jesus lock the wheels and let me crash
Until my head paints modern art on the window.
Make me interpretable.
Organic graffiti on a canvas of broken glass.
I am going 100 through a meat grinder.
Jesus turn the handle and let me churn
Patties of peace and panic.
Taste my flavor.
Cranium cakes packed in insecurity and/or afterbirth.
I am going 110 through life bipolar as a happy sad man in a happy sad world.
Jesus spin the earth and let me sleep
Until the nights are not nightly.
Undo my twilight thoughts,
And give a divided mind visions to hope for.

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Coleman Bomar is a member of the International English Honor Society, Sigma Tau Delta, and an Isaac Anderson Fellow at Maryville College. He enjoys writing intentionally subversive fantastical poetry aimed at exposing surroundings rather than beautifying.