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".