Eventually the tiredness had to break, right?
No way he could be this tired for this long.
Everything seemed such an effort, even blinking!
Reaching for his sixth Monster, he pounded it back.
Going to be a long shift tonight. Good thing he had a twelve pack.
Yet he wondered if that would be enough.
The height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory
As they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything
Long into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious
Letting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed
Being in IT when every computer on campus was making noises
Especially as they rebooted over and over again was not going to be good
Ernie knew he was doomed for a long long long day
Perhaps this was not the week to give up swearing, but he wanted to yell something. “Oh …”
Evaluating his writing decisions
Dan sat there with his red pen and whisky bottle
It was too long before both were empty
That was when the flames in the fireplace grew larger
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Marking a real piece of paper with her thoughts and fears
And sending it to her love, who was across the sea
It took so long for it to get him
Letting the seed of hope she planted inside those words time to grow.
“So let me get this straight. I need to stay with you”
“That’s an understatement. You need to get even closer than you are now.”
“Until when exactly?”
“Could be a real long time. Depends on life. I can promise it won’t be boring, though”
“Knowing you, I’m not surprised. Okay, Reverend, I do.”
She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone