Like a Cartoon

i’m like a cartoon. i’m drawn to where i go.
these clouds i’m below look like a painting.
some times i wonder in slow mo
like a child being flattened by a fat man fainting.

may sound silly but it’s true.
actually, most things do.
lord, lord, i prayed to you.
now here i am. i’m like a cartoon.

i’m like a cartoon for better or worse.
for butter and bread i am asking.
it’s written in a bubble floating above my head.
sometimes, it’s only ampersands and exclamations.

i’m like a cartoon dodging falling safes.
i heal right away. that’s why they thank me.
it’s all just howling at the moon at the end of the day
surrounded by things that say Acme.