a nifty salesman

toddlers like to play in sand and run from waves.

i am no different.

i set fires and put them out in hurried quickness.

i stay inside when mornings are cold.

stuck in stand offs. 

shaking shivers off.

i speak as if a nifty salesman.

i’ve got a silly face.

self assured.

breathing words.

i know just where you’ve been.

i sleep there most nights.

waking up is rare when sleep is never there.

television keeps me angry.

i’m so tired of being angry.

when i pull back the blinds on the window i’m drooling over the fresh air out there.

time is butchered.

i place my words carefully before they’re said,

but if i let them spill they scatter.

my floor is littered with the things.

frantic penning makes the carpet’s landscape.

it’s so nice to be alone here.

i am a human radiator spouting silly colors.

i am the devil.

and thats ok.