Come down with me.
Let me implant in your brain
a picture,
Dr. Robotnik, of Technicolor gray.
With a scintillation, I tripped into Sonic’s Sega bodega,
Cappriotti’s, the Sicilian pizza station.
The only place I was ever truly happy.
Which was where no one’d ever seen me run so fast,
for rings of weddings, otherwise or why.