Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Couldn’t tell the difference between red and blue
Or blue and green for that matter
Looking at everything in grayscale made paint choices easier
Only paying attention to lights and darks
Reaching for his brush he channeled his inner M. C. Escher
Cutlass sang as it was pulled from its sheath
Ordering everyone to pay attention to what was about to happen
Raising the bottle high, he slammed the blade upward
Kealhauling the glass top away, and with it, it carried the …
She cuddled up to him under the covers
Pulling her body along his to get warm
Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell
Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…
None of that mattered. They were together in that moment
Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,
Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,
Revolving strand after strand around their tines,
Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.
Being a ballerina had always been his dream
Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe
Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage
Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention
Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult
I see you haven’t been paying attention to me.
Give me a break. I always pay attention to you.
No, you’re not. I can prove it.
Okay Ms. Smarty Pants, present your evidence.
Randy, you just told me I could paint a mural on your truck.
Evidently you didn’t know I was secretly hoping you would.
Dumbass, I actually asked you to pass the chips!
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How do I get your attention,
Especially when you are trying to be so busy?
You hear me?
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Perhaps it is beneath your attention
Every cent counts in the long run, though
Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy
Never picking him up when he’s on the ground
Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it
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Slipping my voice into projection mode
Heaving my words into the void
Ordering the world to pay attention to me
Understanding that I’m just adding to the cacophony
Though it does make me feel better :>)
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He flew down the street way over the speed limit
And drove through the red light accompanied by a chorus of car horns
Soon he had police cars chasing him from behind
That made him laugh with glee. He loved the attention
Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, but he was shooting for thirty
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Abdi Mohammed
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