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

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