Hey There Little Man
Poor little man
a tourniquet in one hand
a bottle of lather in the other
bath in riches or die in chains
Chores, like lifetimes
stack up
bores, like humans
trap us
Ignite an idea
burn the torch at both ends but keep one dimmer
balance the world by throwing it off
Existence
fertile
living in the space between the earth and the turtle
if that’s the in thing
Stand
More
Proud
Outside
Sing aloud the songs you sing through a throat rasp
a mighty gasp
inflict a yawn
predict a dawn
Tip my hat to a strange man
turn my gaze on a stranger one
he’s no better than I
so why does his extra skip gawk right back at me?
Turbulence
aerodynamic connection of a quasi “relationship”
No way he knows me
I’m better than he
I’m better than most
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