Say something
Even hello.
Hola.
Guten tag.
Senora, me llamo Juan!
But no matter what
Stop lurking
Behind my car in the driveway.
You are awkward,
Insensible,
Scary,
Irritating,
In your silence,
Lack of announcement,
Skulker, stop skulking
Or I will get out of my car, and…
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Eve took one bite of that poisoned apple
And it fell to the floor.
Aah how she had longed for it.
It called to her that sweet
Crunchy taste she knew was sure to follow.
Apples baked in a heavenly pie
Bring pleasure
On a late evening.
Sweet, tart, sour, juicy
Round bundles of goodness
Keeping each other company
In a basket on a slightly chilly yet sunny day.

 

(2:32-2:39)
Pop your skull like a balloon.
This image disturbs me greatly
Yet moves me,
Reminds me of our mere mortality,
Our fragile existence on this vast planet.
Reminds me that drinking and driving should not mix
Ever.
Or that image of skull popping like a balloon
May become a reality,
Reminds me that a little fear is healthy
For us a little fear helps us to keep the balloon
That is our skull intact.
We are mere mortals
But let’s play for a minute
And imagine our skull indestructible
That I could just bounce back after a hideous fall
That gravity would reverse itself.