Youth >> Do Not Tarry

He is happening.

Now, and now, and now, and now...

It is him; All these detrimental love stories are programed into my poetry.

But, here is a new one: he is full of life, his agile body is lean and tender and he grazes the world with flowers and halos.

He is a different breed because of his youth, and the people of the world become enraged, "What kind of [----]ery is this?!"

Do not tarry long on the subject matter, it will only mess with your flight; this is mine alone to handle.

Do not stare; do not ponder; do not wander alone.

For this will only cause confusion and pandemonium.

I cannot risk becoming exposed.

Do not expose me, but in taking careful steps around exploitation, haven't I exposed myself already?

All of my intentions and good will?

Down the drainpipe I'd call reality.

Reality... wh're art thee at which hour i needeth thee the most.

But...

He's gone now, isn't he?