The Storyman
A story man will run 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 story man...
Although he always has the belief
that another story
Nestled deep in the throat
of a mountain top crag
You just had to dig it out.
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 of 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".
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