Sunflower Wildman (Remember Him?)

He has wings, he has hands, he has lungs
He’s the sunflower wildman
He has hats to express any vision
Not feeling a thing
Cling like a fly on the acorn, sunflower king
Discuss with the voices inside
What a new day will bring
In the heart of the horoscopes flashing for children
The king flies
He is leaping down off of the ceiling
And behind the sink
Climbing the sunflower stalks for an oxygen drink
Back to the curtain call, nobody cares what you think
What makes the hot house enticing?
Groundskeeper, actors, and lords of astrology
Lost in its ever evolving tchnology
Sunflower wildman
Very strange and frightning old man
Who used to live by and within himself at the end of the street,
next to the woods
He had encouraged all the weeds and plants in his front yard to grow very tall
Around and over his bungalow
So that from the street, one would hardly notice that it was even there
Children would ride bicycles to his property
And as a test of bravery, one of them would be chosen, or would volunteer to
run in to the yard
Extract one of his sunflowers from garden, and with it run back to the bicycle
for escape
And the old man would burst forth from the front door entrance, Shirtless,
a small, dirty white beanie on his head
In swift and terrifying pursuit
And then… one day… some of the children rode out to his house
To find that all the weeds and plants and sunflowers had been uprooted and
cleared out
And his house had been completely leveled to the ground
And no one had any explanation as to what had happened to him or where he had
gone
It was nearly the end of that particular summer
And very shortly thereafter, a brand new ranch style brick home stood in the
lot that not so long before had been house and home to the legend of the
sunflower wildman of Greenview Plat
Rumor has it now, that some 40 years later, the entire east section of that old
neighborhood is to be the site of a new Target