Reaching for the door he stumbled and fell
Under his prone body, the earth danced and shook
Maybe it was the rum shots of rum, but he then saw a painting fall
Being of not-so-sound mind, he laughed at the irony
Liquid courage surged through his veins as he managed to stand again
Except that’s when the house fell around him, so he joined it and cried.
Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
The information dragged on and on as far as the mind’s eye could see
Her imagination trying to scoop it up and deposit it into memory
Research she knew she would use later
Examining lines of thought and spinning them together
As she wrote down her ideas
Determined to weave her story
He looked at the puzzle in front of him and pondered
Maybe if he twisted his mind just so? No that didn’t work.
Maybe if he prodded the problem over there? Nope, that wasn’t the key
Maybe he should just leave everything alone, but then what would she say when she was ignored?
She flew through his mind causing his thoughts to race after her
Over and over she escaped his grasp, swooping just out of reach
All he could do was keep trying, but in the end, he gave up and watched
Realizing she was forever not obtainable, but forever in his thoughts, she would…
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.
Everything was about him, and that was the long and short of it
God knew why she couldn’t get that through her diminutive pitiful mind
Of course it might have been because he never told her, but that was her problem
Focus was impossible in his current cerebral state
Obscuring mental mists drifted along his eerily muffled mind
Giving up he went to bed hoping the dawning sun would burn off the gloomy gray
“So I want to try it before I buy”
“As if! That’s not how this works, Honey.”
“Maybe not usually, but I want to make sure I like it before my purchase.”
“Please! Look. What is there not to like? I promise it will be mind-blowing.”
“Let me just try it for a short little bit. You know they say the customer’s always right.”
“Everyone’s a comedian. Instead of the job you asked for, why don’t you blow off!”
Putting your beliefs out there for all to see
Rallying among people of like mind
Order out of the chaos of the moment
That’s when the cause can gain momentum
Engaging those that were on the fence
Such that the need would codify into a moment written about in history books
That future gatherings would morph into celebration
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