Cartoon Duck
Always the victim
Of the world
He lives in
Yet loved by those who view him
In the living world

Cartoon Man
Held captive by the ink
The artist
Designs him
Each thought and move is public
And no soul within

Swirling a frosty straw
Stuck up like a victory flag in winter ground
With my lips wrapped around it
I stare into this empty canvas
of a vanilla malt
And project my cartoonish headaches
into it to devour it
Oh those ****** Doo monsters
Shadows that lurk to cut my Tom & Jerry humor
Only to formulate semblances of evil
A Mojo JoJo caricature
I then project into my milkshake
His smirk haunts the smile of Tweety Bird
In my Hanna-Barbara mindfield
Colorful spirals of animated joys
Let me know slurp Elmer Fudd shotgun
That was mugging my creativity
And robbed me of my motive
Let me taste the refreshing winds
That flow through the deserts of Road Runner
Taking laps around my heart
With its true intentions in a love letter
I will never get
Soon slurped and eaten to take away the thoughts
And now I hope I can drink another
To rip out the rest of the pain that in my heart

This is a story
about love
and lust
and misplaced trust

and the subject,
the main character,
today:
avoiding the dive--
the rush of fear and feeling alive--
because of those experiences
with that love
and lust
and misplaced trust.

The Character
has been here before:
heart on sleeve,
opening
up:
thinking it's love.
But no luck.

And it all
seems to be
an unlucky series.
Because that paper heart
was played with, you see
(At least now we know that it bleeds).
That fragile glass *****
was put into the hands
of a careless child
playing a part in the pitiful dance
of telling this story.

This Character
once gave it all
Jumped and flew
and then,
just fell.
Nobody caught this trusting sap
And at the landing:
You could hear that heart crack

But we recover--
stitches do heal--
so it might just appeal
to this storybook Character,
to try bending
the rules created
to keep that heart a little safer,
to leap once (or a few times) more
because behind one of those doors
is the fairytale ending.

Am I the only one that grew up watching ****** tunes?
I loved those animals much more than the ones in the zoo
Daffy, Bugs, porky, and Elmer Fudd,
got me laughing as a kid, even when I was in a rut.

But my favorite toon, if you couldn't guess
was Wile E. Coyote, and Roadrunner, They to me were the best
Would He ever catch his prey? as a kid I only fashioned a guess
with each and every failed trap, showing the Roadrunner was blessed.

Now to use these two metaphorically
I'll be Wiley, and Roadrunner would be
amour, you see.
Now in every episode I keep trying to pin it down
but just like Wiley, I get blown up, flattened, or otherwise hurt while it roams around

maybe it's fate
or a strange genetic trait
all I know is sometimes living in a cartoon *****

WATCH OUT OF THAT TRU *POW!!!!!!!