Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
Pushing lead to shoving that escalated from there
Until both idiots were doing a full on scuffle
Now normally I would call for the police to put an end to the altercation
Couldn’t this time, though, since they were two off duty boys in blue
How they explained the black eyes on Monday was going to be interesting
Image: By Sicnag – 1964 Oldsmobile 442 2 door Hardtop, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45448417
Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.
The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.
Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.
Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.
Perhaps the big black and white guy didn’t know kung fu
Allison didn’t really care
Nothing made her heart happier than watching him play
Down among the well-chewed bamboo
All the scene needed was a tiger… On second thought, maybe not.
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Emaciated emotional state
Means he didn’t even feel numb
Pushing aside those around him who care
The worst part was normally he was so full of life
Yet here he was, a walking black hole of nothingness
Can’t see black and white
Or the subtle shades of gray
Look close at that rainbow
Orderly and vibrant
Resplendent in nuance
So many distant suns twinkling as they watch from above
They escort the night across the sky
Arriving at the horizon to be relieved of their duty
Resting till called upon as their little sister fades to black
Silent sentries stoic in their duty
Just killin’ time behind these here bars
After being such a naughty naughty boy
It makes my poor mother’s black heart break
Livin’ the incarceration dream