wry swagger

now that i got to thinking i thought
a thought as dry as a drought
fooler than a fool that can’t wrap his head around the wool scarf around his neck
the figure in the distance became a speck
tiny flecks scattered in a lonely galaxy
callous fantasized callously
and gravity left out the door
his noose tied around his ankles he could breathe the spores
after that i came into the picture
reveled in my rebel what a dandy picture