Sunflower Grenade

I don’t know sunflower grenade
What are you
War to you
I don’t know sunflower grenade
What are you
Water you

Airborne color bomb, krylon flyin with a python tail of smoke
Icon meaning hope
Light falls from petals different colors spinning spokes, Wheel of Ezekiel
Feels so ethereal
Lands widda bang boom, strange hues, grays blues, teals
People bathe in the rays of the spherical
Sunflower hit like ten thousand powder kegs
Grass turned green tree trunks turned brown again
Lord Paul sat, heart heavy as a pound of yen
His kingdom celebrated rejoicing voicing they thanks
A mighty cheer went up for the arrival of the king, the color he brings inspires escape
He smiled at they love, and sighed at his loss
Melancholy beauty way below spread across
His mother needed him, but so did the Hole
So he drew a final sketch of himself back home and asked…

I don’t know sunflower grenade
What are you
War to you
I don’t know sunflower grenade
What are you
Water you

So Paul took out his notebook and drew himself back home
Knowing he couldn’t leave the people of The Nobody Hole alone

He drew the same Paul, but something inside had changed
A quiet strength, a brave smirk…. He knew how to beat pain

Same ole street. Same ole house. But the storm had left his town
Pygmy Paul materialized while Lord Paul was underground

Pygmy Paul walked back home while leaves heavy with water drooped. The sun was coming back out. He didn’t know how long he’d been gone. He followed a fallen leaf as it floated on a small water current heading for a drain. His scooter was still outside, right where he’d left it

Before he walked inside to check on his poor mother, he patted his pocket and found that it was full of tokens. A parting gift from the pen of Lord Paul and today would be a perfect day to go to the arcade