Rain on a Monday.
It’s been done.
In that over-and-over sorta way that so much of
life has been done.
Like crippling heartburn after tacos on Tuesday,
or crippling heartbreak after that wonderful date,
or DECLINED while you’re standing at the register,
when you know you’ve got money,
or thought you did—
and of course there’s a huge line waiting,
or…rent,
or burnt-on-cheese in your favorite pan,
or that traffic jam on Friday afternoon.
You know,
when you had those plans
with her
or him
or whomever,
or whatever.
Weekends spent laying in bed,
staring at the ceiling ’cuz that’s the only way
to face the week ahead,
and the only real positive you can find is
you don’t really wish you were dead.
It’s all been done, every bit,
and so much more.
We need a change,
a different way,
a different plan
some sort of revolution,
but one where everybody wins.
We need a bucket,
But one without a bottom.
a place to drop
all those worried woes.
We need…hell, I don’t know…
…Unicorns?
…strawberry ice-cream by the gallon?
maybe…wise and kindly dragons?
THAT’S IT!
I want a dragon,
big
and greenish bronze with scales the size of dinner plates,
a whiff of smoke and a faint essence of sulphur.
crimson eyes that pierce the soul.
And so wise he makes Merlin seem like a dolt.
he’ll tell me stuff—tons of really smart stuff.
All those things I already know,
and know that I know,
but somehow just won’t see.
…and I want ice cream.
and a place that makes time go slow
so I can sit and take a pause.
and, of course—
I need a Fricking unicorn!
Like, why not!
Who couldn’t use a their own personal unicorn on a
nasty, rainy Monday afternoon?
I think I’ll name him Fred.