Rum and the Moon

By Andy Copeland

Creativity is fleeting

To a simple man

Trying to figure it out

Trying to understand

Deep thoughts, my friend

Can you keep up?

Most of my rum lies in my belly

Yours is in your cup

Yes, drunk we become

Not a word between us

But the ideas, they spread

Much like a virus

Infecting one mind–

I’d rather call it inspiration==

And traveling to the other

No need for desperation

The moon is shining above us

The winter wind is cold

While we are still young

The world is so old

There’s much to be learned

From looking around

I think I’ll get lost

Try not to be found

Do not stop me

I have another thought

Coming with me would be better

Than staying here to rot

January 2013