This is how it begins:
There is Donna and there is Rhoda.
Donna is smart and witty.
Rhoda is beautiful and sexy:
There is a different star in the sky
She is the descendant of Madonna.
Her eyes the color of the moon
On a vampire’s night
Her legs, straight,
Like the two pillars that hold the planet in place.
There is wit and there is beauty.
The son of man is living in a bottle of beer
He has just lost all he has
His name, his title, his job,
Man’s a shell of himself
Nothing more than a walking corpse
A UFO trailing the sky.
He is in need of love and care
And our friend will not find this in a book
Or in the solace of good music
Instead, he takes to the bottle
They say the bottle controls the brain
Well, who am I to argue that
I have never been a victim of the bottle
But I can speak for the brain
And I know how it went down with our friend
The bottle consumed him whole
And one night, when the devil was walking around in heels
Adam saw her and froze
She had eyes like Medusa
Who could resist her gaze?
In one word, Adam fell for Rhoda.
There is a darkness in the heart of man
Quiet and still like a wet rat
It only waits for a little sun
To dry the water off its fur
And then it starts to creep around.
This darkness came in the middle of the night
When the moon met with the sun
And the earth fell into total darkness
Only to reveal light at dawn
Suddenly, our man is seeing right.
I think I don’t love you anymore, Rhoda
You don’t love me anymore?
I think I don’t love you anymore.
Why? What? Why would you say that?
I am sorry. It was fun while it lasted.
What? No, Adam! What are you talking about?
Is there somebody else?
Our friend has blended with the night.
Do you know the color of darkness
Or the color of ice when it is still cold?
Have you seen tears drop from Medusa’s gaze?
It is like watching heaven
Spill out all the horror in it
And the demons that have stayed hidden for eons
From this one, there is no turning back.
I repeat, there is no turning back
Rhoda is living in the arc of the moon now
Who will marry the daughter of the wolf?
Adam is a creature of sin
Decisions taken from the bottle do not last for long
How about those taken outside the bottle?
Like the one he took after Rhoda?
How he saw Donna and his eyes popped
His brain could not grab her wit
And her intelligence was too much for him to handle
And for decades he wondered
And thought of centuries
If he could match up to her.
Imagine that Adam gives up on the competition
But goes ahead to buy a flower
Imagine that she accepts the flower
And they begin to grow a garden
Imagine that all this happen
And Donna is the love of Adam
What will happen when next the bottle comes
Strolling into the room like a drunkard?
Imagine that we are walking on the surface of Mercury
What will happen if we slip?
Just imagine!
This is not your regular kind of post. It’s deep!
I love it.
I’ll sleep on it.
Nice one Gard.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Very nice and deep
Gracias!
If we slip…..
We could Fall into the water,kick around and come to the surface then we wait,for a rescue to come,like Jack and Rose but this time,Jack lives,we stay ashore , waiting for the sun to dry our wet clothes and body ,we can then wait for the next bottle to come ,and make another decision that could last,after drowning ourselves,in the ocean of the bottle.
Well, you told me to imagine and I did.
This is a very nice writing,Deep!
Broad imagination! Welldone. So you want to go for the bottle again? Good to hear
Wow…this is different. Makes me want to read again and meditate on it.
Love this
Can’t stop reading…
Fantastic!
I’ll have to thank you for the success today