April 15: Idle-eh-tree

Today’s prompt was Fun.

Let me tell you

A thing

Or 

Two

About a thing 

or two.

I’ve discovered that each of us is the sad clown from the opera. Wailing and singing.

Simultaneously,

We are the crowd laughing at said sad clown.

The hand rocking its own cradle, lulling itself to nervous sleep.

And waking itself up when it stops.

Let me tell you

I might

Not

Be saying

Anything,

Or anything 

Surprising here.

That said, I’m also speaking

All of the universal truths

Fit for a spiritual text.

This isn’t prophetic,

Though I am on this soap box

Slightly frothing at the mouth.

Rarely blinking.

And my voice is cracking at various intervals with some form of verve.

Please hold your applause

But also let the secret moon colony that was commissioned by a cabal of fashionable dictators and tech mogul secretaries hear your approval.

Make maelstroms with your hands.

Let me tell you.

I am no good at sharing

But I have told you everything

Just the same.