no mustard, and fries

if i pull strings open

then unlace a shoe.

it's too small to fit me

so then i burn it.

i run my path bare

to grounds in the wind,

four dusty directions,

trails far less travelled

if i knew how not to, i wouldn't

i mustn't submit to what isn't worthy.

be less forward as to not get ahead of myself.

i sit in the driver's seat wherever i'm going-

directly involved, with my overemphasized teeth,

screws sheered in the shaft and left there,

a circumcision of definitions, more obscure.

found more or less curious than creative and why?

it is the only life, so be fated as predator or prey.

trope representation. spread your mouth and cheeks open

wide, waiting for the next dinner. being ass-eaten-alive, living asleep.

it might be destiny: i ordered a cheeseburger, no mustard, and fries.

but that's not what was wrong with the picture.