Paper Boy

O.
right.
ok then.
I. . .

Lonely minstrel sitting down
burning frown
like cycle down
into utter travesties
never-meant-to-be's
and a twist in the knee.

I am paper boy!
not like deliveries
with remedies to inquiries,
but more so like. . .

theoretical hypothetical dream machine demeanor
that comes off cleaner if it hides behind your bed.
The kind of guy that's superfly
but you can't say that you've read.
Let's break it down like a tick
like a tock
and beat the clock
for keeping score
because at 22 with no lips perused
you think they'd like me more.
But in the sense of flies in vents and hiding under that wall
I tripped the tip and found the slip when in hearing you
you fall.
Heart was beating
bleating
for air when question 1 he slipped past.

I gasped.

And waited.

Desperate sifting of the air.
Holding tight to nothing there
my spies eyes had hidden me from the stare and you said. . .

Probably not.
Twitch
burn
reasons
why?
Burn like frogs in spines of grey
like frankincense and murder.
Smelling sweet with bitter repore
my heart beat building like an enraged door
"growing up to do"
shattered through my veins biting
like flighting mentions taunting my brains

O. . .
Right. . .
Ok then. . .
I. . .

O.
Right.
Ok then.
I

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Right,
Ok then,
I,

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Right
Ok then
I
WHY?

Which perfection that admired
burned blackest in desperate mire?
Into what moment did suspension bring your suffering to halt?
"Not so good enough"
"Like'm fine by himself but you can't take him in public"
but at the same time it's not like. . .
like. . .
like. . .
like,
I like you that way.
I didn't want you to be infatuated I just wanted to be. . .
infatuating.

O.
Right.
Ok then. . .

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.