Greenmoon Popups

Overload, overload, the Popup Overlord
has imploded, exploding across the universe,
every malicious manoeuvre he has employed,
no stone left unturned, every door wedged
ajar by suede sneaker or glove. He doesn't
want to let up or take a break from mischief.
He is a magnet laden with staples and clips,
or a slice of driftwood covered with barnacles,
a sour cupcake encased with spiked sprinkles.
A glimpse of him will force him to evolve.
He will never turn it down or wrap it up
or creep away to return whence he came.

~Coral~