Bifurcated Man

"Tell me, did it change your life?"
I shall tell you streamers of truth
blow blow watch them distract you
relax you, detached from your thoughts.

"It was no big deal. But now it's done."
bare - its urging need to drag me on
discerning finally its pining call
narcotic I - who drives this urgent call?

"You seem at ease. You are a man?"
Indeed, the ease is but one fledgling
predator pawing at the playing dead.
I am overfed on indiscrimination.

"Yes indeed. And now I taste taste taste."
Sucking on the variegated honeydew
flowers that shift in seasons taste
hives accommodating peregrinatory dreams.

"It seems your taunts are alkali."
When whimsy pales, perhaps the man
is tired of childhood games. Perhaps
I espy the border futility. Humility high.

"Keep your dreams. Start life small."
I do not wish your presence here.
I wish you to be my anchor boy
a proof that some may falter still
whilst we, as Adults, stave your fall.