The aloofest

 Hill party
The trendiest of a small town
Our special needs make us cool
snacks and cliffs and slopes and slips

The aloofest found the gumption
To hand me a business card
More and more food came to the table
Each food had a rule all served on boards

The aloofest finished the leftovers
So there the board and table was empty

Like magic in one big mouthful
One that filled his cheeks
But left enough room for a caricatured smile
beaming triumphant glee

hours later bathroom drama

Two teeth and dragon boy

 Skipping over the piles and piles of discarded refuse

The boy dragon looked down, his eyes scanned over two small white shapes.
He knelt down and scooped them up.
His eyes adjusted as the sun distracted his capacity to see.
Two teeth came into view.
Boy dragon was very unpredictable and not of this world.
His first instinct was to swallow the teeth.
He put one into his mouth and swallowed it. Gulping down and burping up a spark.
“Gritty piece” He blabbed.
The other he put into his pocket.

He jumped and farted his little wings struggling to hold him above the dark blue pines.
Whizzed over the pines leaving the landfill behind.
He started gaining more and more speed.
Over a small lake he landed on the far shore. The smell of the landfill, still present.
But the water was unsullied. He pulled up his boy scales and waded into the lake up to his ankles.

He took out the other tooth, he held it up to the sun, it too seemed clean, surreal as it had been pulled from the dirtiest possible place on earth. Yes, clean and irritatingly so.
The boy dragon couldn’t even spot any plaque on the tooth.
He tossed it as if to throw it into the water, it went up and at the last moment, boy dragon kicked heels and winged it quickly to where the tooth was inevitably falling into the water.
Opened his mouth mid-grin, the white unit disappeared into his mouth and with a burp and a spark it was gone.
He kept himself airborne above the water a few moments, eels observed the boy dragon, squirming with envy. The boy dragon noticed them and started darting over the water.
The eels vanished.

Dragon boy flew back to the landfill.
He admired the bulldozer and above the wall the blue concrete animals.
Another burp and this time a bit of flame jumped out of his throat.
He flew to the higher spot he had been when he had spotted those good teeth.
The caretaker pointed toward the strange flying creature.”What the hell!”

Dragon boy came to stop on an old bed base. “It was right here.
But there were no more teeth. He threw the last of his magic dust over the local norse rat.
“Find the teeth, my little ones.”
But the rats came up with nothing.
Dragon boy coughed up both teeth.
“What wonderful specimens.”
He held the teeth up again to the sun. Put both in his pocket.
He flew up as high as he could just under the cloud layer, looking over the landfill, the pines, the small lake and in the distance a small township. That dragon boy mostly avoided, because they didn't believe in him.
“Stupid people don’t believe in me.”
“Stupid eels believe in me too much.”

Late teens bamboozle

 Roo hoo ha ha
Big boys thin in front of the restaurant

With his four friends
Anxious at the night's expression

Big boys thin
White tshirt hedgehog hair
At the pay desk

Bamboozled by the sense of himself
The group
The bluster

Interaction getting hot 
Banter spilling drops
beer overpoured

The four of them spoke
One thinking he was better than the next
Hur hur he he hu ha ha ha

This is how they laughed
Good natured written across their faces
Laboured stances late teens try to maintain

On the cobblestones
struggling to split the bill between them

Recycling the older energies

 Some shadow descended from the attic

It had the same presence as an old dying wolf

descending on us the lost children

The remains of last millenia

Clinging to that mother's hand

to that familiar soft toy

Some shadow haunts the stairs

It makes complete sense

the inevitability of it all

A cloud whose blurry thunder plagues youth

somehow unthwarted that shadow comes down

Hungry to know the human dramas

The difference between sibling and parents

Friendships astray the conflict key to estrangement

Sense of unease descending

Something else stirs something opposed

existing to swallow the wretchedness

It serpents inbetween the thin space
Between doors
passing upward to find its way
To the head of the cruel mist descending
Icicle fangs and hollow eyes
It ties itself up in the mist
biting into it absorbing it

 

Edge of the still night

 Wide stepping it all the way down her own independence
Streaming personal power
Blending in with the humidity

Blue bluing the night not needing effort
Inhaling the thick air dowsed with aromas
A city full of kitchens

Long white pants slowly flapping
By the movement of those elegant steps
Otherwise night stood still a kite's nightmare

Pomp and swank accompanied those steps
That hip mobility put into practice
The motion conjured sexual fantasy

Something so beautiful moving through the membrane of the night
Stirring the still air with that electricity

They put a motor on it

 They put a motor on a predator
It nearly skidded off the roadside
snarling and sparking

Screaming as loud as the screech of the brakes
Leaving a trail of tyre black
Across the smooth surface

It careened forward some yet dug in
Purchased traction
Picking up that aggressive acceleration

Droning on into the night
The echo booting and bouncing
Out of sight

The noise slopping out 
buildings and walls
The uproar a motor on a predator

The fervor of the ironic

 They can pretty much sum you up in a second
and get you wrong in a fraction of that
Theres always more to come
Bullshit from the mouth boring
silly stupid

They fill out the questionaire on your behalf
Forgetting that others did the same to them and how that felt
They seemed to pile on their understanding 
getting offended when i find it entertaining

and for the self proclaimed heroes
You are just as deluded as the villans you condemn
Raising tour voice at a screen
 A redundant emotional speech proving nothing