jitter and jive through his veins.
He was betrayed by a fat security guard,
while wet nursed by an alcoholic stranger
in his pocket, a polished stone.
At school he was average
ultimately, people would say,
he was fucked.
He hide behind countless inventions
and cans of non-perishable goods
bunker food for a nuclear age.
He lurks below the parapet of acceptable society,
throwing pig heads at passers by.
It goes to pass the time
as he ejaculates prematurely on crayon drawn eyes.
Eventually his “girlfriend” left him
due to his failed attempts at magic
but he appeared in chat rooms, virtually
discussing timber wolves, flowers of
North Carolina and black exploitations
movies of the late 70’s.
He lives under the radar, now
but a panel of experts have recently
“He is possibly just
of your imagination”