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