Pop Tarts

We're told to eat slowly,

So it's no wonder that with

His pop-tart-on-the-go

With a long board undertow

He crushed the few women that came inside.

How can you blame him though?

Growing up on TV dinners, medical marijuana marches

And the rear view of many towns

He never settled, and so, relationships

Were seen as just another one of those

And compensating meant chewing with his mouth open

Without water, on the go. His esophagus,

 Shaped like a horse shoe made the pain

bang in his chest, like thugs.

But, the lightness was too unbearable

And love's avenue was too narrow to saunter

In unison.

 So he always led the way.

SLOW

                                DOWN

The signs flashed like tits on Bourbon

But he knew how to play hide and go seek

Alone.

English muffin hearts, buttered up with all the right words

Even if they were wrong.

For truth is beautiful only when it can be sung

And he was damn good accapella, but couldn't

Harmonize, her needs.

So she was crushed under the weight of his

Sense of control or a lack of

For, his whole life had been sand through hands

Now, he was just building sand castles

Foolishly.