The Storyman
a storyman
runs out of stories
he's deprived of oxygen
a lusterless butterfly
chained to straight paths
the deadest of ends in sight
a fading dreamer in a burnt out
lullaby
funny thing about a storyman...though...
he always has the belief
that another story is bleating
just over the next bluff
coiled around the next bend
nestled deep in the throat
of a mountain top crag
ready to hatch
so he moves on down the dirt road
(at periwinkle pace)
conversing with dusty birds
begging for neon crumbs
then out of the deepest kind of blue
the puncture wound in his balding tire
turns into an angel on fire-
no longer oxygen deprived
out of chrysalis bondage
following the path of hieroglyphs
chanting
"be grateful-pay attention
this could be your last
story
man".
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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