The Night Our Minds Ran Town by Trevor Bernard

It appears that our minds have minds of their own,

as they broke from our heads late Friday night.

Eyes popped from the frontal lobes,

legs and arms resembling noodles

seeped from happy places and learned to walk.

They crept out the front door,

leaving trails of goop and thought,

running wildly down the streets,

yodeling like madmen,

stopped in a gas station for big gulps

and day old pretzels, and,

leaving a mess, failed to tip.

They stopped in a bar and

through numerous poorly played games of pool,

traded off the memory of where you put your keys

for the right to leave unscathed.

They ripped down posters,

wrote on bathroom stalls,

ate Taco Bell and pissed on a cop car.

They paraded through downtown,

crowns upon their heads,

lights in their eyes,

and sang "homecoming".

Complaints streamed in from all around town,

too many for the bureau to keep up with.

Apparently not only do great minds think alike,

but twisted ones as well.

Oh what a sight it must have been,

seeing the two noodle-armed,

pop-eyed brains zooming about,

perused by the suits and their ray guns.

A spectacle indeed.

But, sometime around seven,

having avoided capture,

the dubious duo decided to call it a night.

And, with their arms dragging limply behind them,

crept back through the front door,

closed their eyes,

and nestled down into the cavities of our skulls,

leaving you to wake the next morning wondering,

"where did you put your car keys"?

Trevor Bernard © 2011