Fruit Loops fall from the sky,
ow- they hit me in my
eye. Why do I
spy the
box

with colors?
They all laugh and jump.
I hop
in, in my search
for
Toucan Sam.

He slides
  and glides,
    in my sureal
      acid-dreams.

Why wake from this?
Rather eat another
and another.
To stay
with
Toucan Sam.

           by Brendon N.