Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken
Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain
Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat
Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.
Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
Capricious thoughts scatter across his mental landscape
Reason and emotion decorate his headspace with the creative and the banal
Everything coalescing into a morass of possibilities and probabilities
A prime candidate for the existence of a higher purpose
That life is not just reacting to environmental stimuli and hormones
Unless it concerned her smirk
Reducing everything to its most primal place
Especially as she purred, kneading him, keeping him awake
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
Become part of a brigade
Uplift everyone and pass them on
Checking to make sure they are full as they leave your care
Keeping them moving and helping them put out their fires along the way
Everyone just has to do a little to have a large impact
Then we can assist each other when we are empty by filling each other back up
Pushing society’s boundaries
Until it finds the breaking point
Never accepting being inside any box
Keeping the norm from becoming comfortable and helping it grow if it wants to or not.
Keeping with the weird down under thing
In comes a fruit with hair that tastes kind of like a strawberry with a tropical twist
With a skin that could use a bit of a shave, while that isn’t too freaky
It was the fact you can eat the hairy part that made me shudder
Silently the sun crosses the deep blue expanse
Keeping the ground below bathed in its warm glow
Yet my fingers and toes don’t feel the love
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
Can it be we are a time that the number of likes is a metric of success?
Leaving empty falsehoods and catchy memes the currency of the realm
It is sad that each one of us has to become fact checkers to just exist
Creating a media weariness that affects all of us to one degree or another
Keeping us dreading, yet secretly addicted to, that next mouse ….
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