I Want to be Your Everything

The mailman comes to the front door. His Amerikan Eagle stamped parcel bag is slung over his shoulder. That mustache, which looked so much like a dust broom, billowed as he spoke. His eyeballs sought to poke, right out their sockets. Just like the creature that I saw, upon the box on hill side square. Eating his own flesh for dollar bills. Don’t go let it out. I need you to stay. Be my friend. There’s more to me than meets the eye. Beneath even what I feel, the deeper part exists. But I hope that it fits right next to you. Come on, let it out. Need you to come on over. I’ve got two tickets to Pay Per View, and you’re the only one I want to watch it with. We will see if what we’re basing our nights on becomes a little more clear.

Come on, let me touch you, you fucking little pig. I have been watching you for the last twenty four hours. You’ve been shoving chip after chip in your mouth. The television is set on ABC Family. Your son is in the corner with his Youtube on his dick. Your daughter has a hemorrhoid which she got from riding dick. Don’t forget, about me, while I’m riding on the plains. I’m a cowboy of the first class, never made it to the hills, where they shot JFK with a twenty four magnum, and piece of his pie flew up into the sky, to be target practice dummy for my dad and his twelve gauge.

I was just a kid. I didn’t have anything to do with it. If if were up to me, I’d let em all live, and I’d make myself perfect while I was at it, no doubts, worry, maldoing, griping, not a single shred of dirt on this boy. I would make myself as pure as lightning bolts. To ride that wave right into your head and make all of your nightmares clean again. Keep the shadow of doubt from seeping in. Make another movie for the courage in you. Play a song. A song which only saviors sing, sung from clouds on stage set strings, made of gut, and heart, and liver, and dick and things. Don’t forget, that when your dad has got the gun, get the fuck out of the living room, and let him play. He’s got more important things to do than play with you and your toys. A baby just like you. You two are twins. Don’t worry about the mystery of Hermetic schools which not even the wisest have a clue. You’ve done your best. Give up. If that’s what you wanna do. Drop the load, lighten head, make your heart sound the way you always thought it should. Don’t be scared, I’m with you, forever in your eternal drop, the thing you read that stuck right in your craw. I shall become everything to you.