Him, walking on a wire,
7 billion, a pandemonium of clowns,
Her, singing the pirate song,
Inebriating thoughts, oh so drunk,
Seasons floating, dark and damp,
Sharing realities, foggy perhaps groggy,
Bridges smoldering, a smoke filled backdrop.
Inverting perspectives, uprooted narratives,
Puppets chasing, seductive Luna elusive,
Compromising pizzas, killers in drag,
Panoramas warring, A strange little cat.
Blooming barren trees, selfish love,
Wonderful strangers woandering, an empire of dirt,
Shattering the night, a brilliant sunrise,
Silver linings, over the mountain tops.
Death, off the tightrope,
7, a murder of crows,
Life, whispering sweet nothings,
Just when you have completely given up, she kicks you in the mivonks. As you gasp for air sprawled out in the dirt, she hovers over you smiling gleefully adding insult to injury. Anger floods your being, as you vow revenge and get off the ground. She runs away giggling, mission accomplished. What can I say, life is a mean and persistent one, maybe, that is why I love and respect her so…
In case you are still wondering, “Hey, WTF, what happened to the obituary?” All I can say is “Life.”