The I-Screaming Man

Ding a ling a ding
Like taunting promises of freedom
shifting focus into seethedom
so that
when that once powerful creamery
strikes joy into the hearts of thousands
joy will be renewed.
In the tantalizing tastes
the graces of faces long past
blast their orbit through the sherbet forest
into tigers with gum ball eyes
whose only vision is of joyous carnivores
making metaphor the most simple of desires
fire that rages around
burning down the black hole
and filling the soul with laughter
and after its segregation the congregation
begs for more hopeful substation
of mansions promises
for a penny more than a dollar
that hide in surprise attack formation
to pillage the nation of it's most beautiful extremities.
like liquid knives
the finding is binding
as the siren sings it's battle cry
and I find my mind is thwarted and aborted
until mission sweetly-tasested is complete.
feet run like lightning
and the fire is frightening
until icicles calm the soul down.
Upside down frown resounds threw ground pounds
have dew of the sugary treat
lapping at feet
that have come to rest in the chest
of happy, homely bows.