The Great Divides

The paisley wallpaper made my mind slurry,
if a mind can get slurry of sorts,

And when I let it,
I got it good and drunk and I treated it like Hal,
when I spoke softly and carried a big threat,
and I spoke in a monotone tone,

just upsetting enough to be comforting with an after taste

And when we slept, we slept together,
but not together,

on either sides of the spectrum,
and then other sides of the bed,
and then other sides of the dining room table,

Until we got back here,
where I noticed you picked out this horrific paper,

I found it offensive that you believed it benign,
that you believed it wouldn't be the beginning of our end

Paisley is a poor man's Escher,
a most unfortunate elixir functioning as a cracked kaleidoscope,
that could only split us in two

and then two more
and then two more after that

until we were just shares of sorts
but never one in the same