Preschool adherence

 Fresh morning breathe in the dew eight degrees
Ash tree waits for the sun to come through
My little legs take me to preschool
I lived for the sweet freshness of the air

trade it anytime for the dust of the classroom
And then I became a stupid teacher
But back to being a toddler
Sensing percieving loving the glistening grass

The dew gives me the impression it rained
Mother corrects me
The other kids are all obsessed with the same thing
Couldn't they just cut my head off?

and replace it with one that thought the same as they did
as these other little motherfuckers
All repeating the same catch phrase
So long as you say it, you are okay

And if you dont say it
The fuckwits bully you
Mornings were quick
I found blocks

Another introvert would come over
I'd slowly brainwash him out of the herd
as we built some bullshit we saw on t.v
Then I built things noone had ever seen

They called it strange and stupid
I was too little to defend myself
Age doesnt cure stupidity
Fuckwits love conformity

Outside of the frame

"He's started dating again."
"Oh so has she."
"Do you think they make a cute pair?"
"She's looking for someone different."
"Oh so is he."

 The same cute lines
The two and half drinks
Predictable compliment
The "I know you from a past life" drivel
Early false promises
The first uncomfortable rift

Glue and unglue
question the shit test

The separation
The same hard words
The same sense of loss
The same game of victimhood

Different angles of blame
The quest for importance
In another's life
Romantic oversweetened slurry

Around and around

The same pick up line
Well timed joke
Buy the first drink
Beautiful inside the picture frame

Even the cynacism
twice as useless, twice as pathetic
The irony inside words
reveals that syrup of puerility

At the bar there on that first date
That first trip
heavenly fantasies and growing expectations
So superb inside that picture frame hanging

The wall holding it up
 is a thick carpet of poison mould
back to your regurgitated idealogies
Acidic in your throat but familiar
...familiar

Projectile ambition

 A hail of arrows is your gaze
traditional battlefield razed
Rattling with the sound of armor
deafening heartbeats

Every direction new
none of it dilutes you
Oh the daily grind is infact
The length of your sensation

The jarring impact, use your dice
Street corners give advice
That gets confused with pop lyrics
Inside the background music

The Trebuchet launches others flee
Catch me off guard between road and trees
Something pins me down making me weary
I should be dead but I remain prostrate and merry

Every direction you walk in
Examining the grievances and hopes
Overpouring the nectar just to cope
overbandaging the wounds that have almost healed

The cannon fires and hits me right between the eyes
If you accuse me and I accuse you, we both sigh
Does that mean we care? Or are we just feeling naked?
The past unhealed making us feel bare

Everywhere you go near or far
searching for your true northstar
Lost in the pursuit of a prerogative
That gave your life a sense of meaning

Your blindness is beautiful
Articulate your life goals with finesse
I'll never expose their spuriousness
Never judge even as it comes uncovered

Like a battlefield strewn with all things lost
Each claim you make about this life
Tremendous loyalty to fallacies
Shows me fugazi choreography

Milk in the sky

 The material flaps slowly 
Milk in the sky
Orange juice on the pavement
Through the tunnel of my mind

communicating
the cloth moving in the wind
or is it dancing by itself
I'll have to wet a finger

Milk in the sky angel
Save me from the eternity of thought
Bring me inside the curtain you seem to be
Shut it out so that I might hibernate

Orange juice up to your ankles
The residue of a sweet dessert still clinging to your lips
Will you come early that decent relief
Or late stretch out that anticipation

The material catches a gust
bulges out and the flattens
my hands come together
I pray for a storm

Milk in the sky
I can see it in the cloud
Evidence is an empty city
waiting for the deluge

Don't escape it
Invite it and look me in the eye
Are you looking up or down at me
Am I your Paparuda your snake antelope?

Campylo back there

Lakeside the crayfish boiled
But something stayed wriggling
tolerated the heat and the spice
Anticipated heaven inside intestines
 
The bowl served hot 
Living with the expectation
That all will be set
The rhyme of life not severed

The moment should have passed but it paused and became stupendous

Bowl of that campylo infested soup
overpowering spice
The smell of it calls the senses
The contamination sets in

The guts have become infested the body trembles and vomits

The mouth fills with warm saliva
As if marinating the tongue
the head invites nausea
the stomach turns

 

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.”