'teller: a romp with chomp

once upon a time,
twice upon an eve',
thrice upon a sheet,
iciness to heat--

came to name names,
wrestle with his devils,
return with a cool burn,
neat or just disheveled--

reveled in the logos,
flirted with the Word,
chopped the famous Block,
flipped Its chips the bird--

bounced on the Shocks like a Caddy at a curb;
flounced in his Dockers (Daddy is disturbed! his sons wail...)

unfailing unflinching,
sailing sun biggy,
soon his moon soothes,
railing tongue ikky-ikky--

rrrree-mixing:

Story's just a drug;
snorting for a buzz;
busy as a bumblebee to pollinate the forest.

dizzying a dumbledore (wizard? seek in Wiki'...)
old Devon word that'chu've never heard before--

order(ed) from his ashes to battle Voldemort ("but they call you 'Tom Riddle'...")

for scrawling hot vittles you should chomp into.

take my hand, lem'me romp with you.

don't consider all the ignorance you're Not Into...
don't consider all the idiots who jot piddle...

and don't consider anything but the lines
in front of your eyes, which mesmerize.

even in their underwhelming triteness.

a 'teller is a 'teller.
straight-shot yarn
or banked, helter-skelter:
thanks to the Muse who skews
ev'rything that i view, and make me rue
even in that i'm USED to it, who knew...!

the proof's in the pudding,
the goop to the scoop,
spoon with my body,
it's not off-putting
to croon to me--
to move through these
rooms and chew what's spewed,
accrue an untruth or two of my clews,
which wend as winds as drafts as first takes--

sometimes i serve burnt cakes...
but it's all in a day's work,
i oft' work daze--
my brain blurts,
casts about in
its enclaves.
earthquakes
abound here-'bouts,
and my head's in a cloud,
and the cloud is my ninth (life),
the silence is loud when i'm dirt-cached,
lying--wait: laying with a shroud; that other's
for my mouth, which mother washed out with soap
as my sister and my brother stood around, frowning
when she turned--when she didn't, clowned about, a'lark, a'glint, a'grin, an end