A great erupting a vast supply of narrative
or a supple gifted tongue
has brought the dunce capped guardian
to the very end of a guilty muddy road
a witness to the bored dilemma
and a small but diligent rodent mind
writes it all down in cramped crabby prose.
Carefully crafted gratitude
pours out of his wounded psyche
onto the plate of reflective moments
and snatches at his watering eyes
the golden stated promise
of happiness or endorphin addiction
but it’s just a billboard
that he passed too fast to read.
The muscles inside his mind
yell at him out of selfishness
the bones that hold up his dreamy landscape
rub against each other a misunderstood friction
there are no more excuses for laughing
just a bag full of self help banana peels
and a moldy picture of Dorian Gray.
The postage stamp thoughts refuse to think pretty
a sample of some guys idea eats its way to freedom
the storm of prophetic insight peters out
there is only the ghostly visage
that refuses to be something other than ghostly.
Canned laughter and an applause sign that doesn’t light up.
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