Harpies And Furies

Harpies, Furies, something buzzing around

in my mind? Storm coming…maybe that’s 

the quantum communication I’m receiving…

I’ll look outside the window, see how much

time I’ve got. “Time I’ve got…for what?”

I thought. “We’ll see.” Who said that?

The breeze?

Shall I inflate a balloon?

Why that, now, then?

You want to graft with this Zeppelin?

Something buzzing around my mind.

It don’t make no nevermind, mind you,

just icing on the slippery slope…oops.

Boo bop shee reebop shee bop shee bang,

don’t let the quantum strangeness entangle you,

just a clever string of words, don’t mean nuthin’.

Next?

Just that this unexpected sweet taste of bliss

arose or came down deliciously which gives

me confidence in the natural order of things.

P.S. I left the M&Ms in the kitchen.

Until I want them, I won’t really taste them.

“Melts in your mind, not in your mouth.”