Where sand goes when the hourglass breaks

Boys will be boys
As long as we get our man guides early enough
The cover is a menagerie of fire trucks mudpies action figure dolls
Scraped knees elbow casts bruise colored makeup
Chapter 1
Leashes
Put them around skirts
Put them around car engines
Put the engines in the skirt and tell her to keep moving
These are lessons on momentum
Panties are trifold displays on gravity
Look from corner to corner then take it down
Put it in your pocket next to a wrinkled condom wrapper
And all the lies you told to get there
Chapter 2
Hands
Our convoluted hands up shirts looking for something
We left there last night
Like our hearts
Hand that over to a comic book collection and a desire to blow shit up
Before our bar shots of droughtgut vodka
We drank the kool aid and believed our knuckles were
Made for baseball mitts and flesh
You know what you tell a woman with two black eyes
You tell her to leave that son of a bitch
Chapter 3
Rockstar
Not energy drinks guitar smashers
Whiskey and cocoa puff breakfast eaters
Holding needles in the crook of their arms like pacified babies
Break everything made to carry you
Throw beds out the window to see if the love you made on it is strong enough to fly
Overdose in the bathroom and live to tell the story
If your mother doesn’t cry at night because of you
You don’t live hard enough
Make yourself a holiday
In honor of pissing standing up
Chapter 4
Heroes
Superman Batman Spiderman
Like if you take man out of the name
Their dicks will fall off and they’ll start sharing their feelings
Wear a mask
Heroes shouldn’t have a face
Hide your good deeds
A damsel isn’t a damsel if she’s locked in your tower
She’s a house ornament
Keep her shiny and to yourself
Epilouge
Look at the ugliness inside of you
And tell it it’s beautiful
Put a ring on it and marry all those good habits you were called a pussy for
Stop touching footballs like braille
The only story worth reading over is the smile you had
Before you knew the word masculine
The same way women are taught to be victims
We are taught to make victims
Every grown man has a little boy with broken legs
Still trying to run in his soul
So men
Pick him up
He doesn’t know how to break you yet
And the next time you want to act like a man
Be yourself