Determined to dissolve his delusional life,
I bought him a pocket calendar today.
Cover blank, blocks barren.
Spaced-out and empty.
A panoramic portrayal of his image.
Apparently, a parents' impertinent impression.
Pride-punched,
he plucked the pages one-by-one!
Ceremoniously he crushed them
with fists of combat fury.
(Illustrations are not his forte.)
Realizing his clear conquest
he looked up with a wide,
blue-eyed smile
then reached deep down
inside the pocket of his chained
black pants. Provoked,
he kindled his way-kewl Zippo.
Side by side in idle silence
we gazed at his fiery execution
as failed fantasies blazed
in a flaming revolt.
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Submission Name: Teen Season
