..
Hold my
calls. It’s all happy
chance from here, no matter
how hair
-brained it gets.
Heck,
-le(t’s) assume the
horcrux is lost,
and we’re tossed wholly
to that whole moon
rising.
Surprising? Maybe.
But somebody
had to hold
the line
me
the mayo,
……………baby.
..
Fun prompt from my Shawna:
hallelujah, happenstance, hairbrained, heckle, horcrux
I could go for being a being of “no matter” for a while. All this mattering involves too many cells.
I like the contrast between existing in matter and existing more in the brain. “Hecklets” is definitely my new favorite word. 🙂 Swooning over the rising/Surprising rhyme. My ears are very happy.
I’m picturing you as a cartoon veggie tales character, only, you’re the evil Mayo Mayor, come bringing oil, fat, and happenstance to all the veggie burgers. 😉
i like the circular nature of this – hold my calls — to hold me, the mayo, the line!
“hair-brained” is certainly how my brain feels lots of days! I also love your title!