Your Prince (King Of Dumb)

I cannot direct you to the market of the carpets that you seek.

I'm a thief.

Your pocket, I've picked to be in, from this crowd of people.

You can no doubt see me for the beast I mostly am

but can you also see the least of me, the best kind of a man?

Picking up the slivers of the broken, shattered shoes

out there on the path I chose that led me right to you.

Boots of glass, a crystal skull, a winding road of wander,

I wonder if you ponder on the thoughts I sent out yonder?

I'll leave,

no trace,

no conversation,

if you wish it so.

I'll stay, forever,

if you're ever ready,

let me know.

Red, delicious apples and a baggie full of dust

aren't real enough to touch the rush I feel or kill the one I love.

This isn't lust.

I know that feeling,

too much,

inside, and inside-out.

I know the tug of needing drugs to silence pain and doubt.

Apple-poisoned-fingers crossed in hopes of finding bliss?

Don't be dumb, like me.

We've won!

My Queen, come to me for magic kisses!

I DO existence!

I think I might have always been existing.

No fairy tale, I'm real, right here

just because you wished it!

Your Prince looks like a bum

but he's the one, true, King of Dumb!