“So, how was your day?”
I was hit with a scoff of a response
To my alleged nonchalance
Followed by a “ha” and an “oh my god”
Implying that it took some efforts
To shrug off what I thought a façade,
Just some semblance to agendas’ flaws
But then, “ahhh…”
It made perfect sense to the setting
Disassociation, inappropriate elation
Was a thread imbedded, deeply woven,
Seemed to spread even intravenously
Throughout this vacation for the chosen
These kind of things were dealt with menially
Merely a part of the scenery
Like plastic tags on key rings
A means to a beginning
Of redefining sinning
Identifying those silver linings
In the hole filled linens
The light show had arrived
Time to polarize the eyes
I mean, “My god, these trying times!”
Upstairs, this way
-Exasperated sigh-
Probably walking a bit too softly
Cause this place? “just stopping by”
And here lies the problem
An adult fetus
Sprawled out in pajamas
Adjacent to the wall full of mantras
Maybe feral, but no matter
As there’s no means for mastication
Those were in the making
An incentive-present from
An estranged mate and babies
Who remained on layaway
While she got saved
From the entrails of a locker
Routine procedure was put at bay
By Mr. Redenbacher erupting from a bag
A room away, rattling the bare bones
Of Velcro and pheromones
A rift in this popcorn flick
That had the peanut gallery sea sick
Scribbling pros and cons lists
Figuring which indulgence
Would their allegiance leave with