The Missing Remote

i put the remote control in the refrigerator while I was retrieving the mayonnaise. We flipped that house upside-down, looking for the remote that was hanging out the space where the mayo goes. That squeezable bottle sat on the counter for about 3 days, and when I finally put it back in that is when I discovered the missing remote, right where the mayo goes, right there in front of my nose but not in my direct peripheral. If only I ate more mayonnaise I would’ve found the remote before 3 days of looking in all the same wrong god damn places. You see we cannot turn on the TV. Without the remote control (which to some is a good thing but not me) without it, I would do nothing but make up ridiculous songs, that make the people close to me shrug and shake their heads and wonder why I spend so long on such a shallow song. Or one with no depth containing stream of consciousness that most can go a lifetime without ever hearing and probably be better off. The objective is to make something up that will outlive me. one that will make people flock to their computers and download, buy this, get that for free. Then I would be a trillion-aire and itunes would put my picture on the front page and maybe rolling stone or spin and hopefully relix again and maybe high times (But only if I pose with weed), definitely never blender, unless of course they beg me. Then I will know that I’ve made it and I will have no more worries. But money can’t buy you happiness, that’s just an optimistic thing that people with no money say. Being that way is not just a state of mind but so easy to find, even when you’re not looking for it. Don’t forget to look behind to see where you’ve been. Its so good to see it again and again and not just where you are going. Like a baby in a suitcase. Makin a funny face. Filling this space up to the ceiling with joy. Like my baby boy and his sister. In a minor key. It’s so fun to sing happy words in a minor key. I guess opposites attract. Like my TV. Oh it’s been so long. With it, I wouldn’t be making up this song. If only…..i could turn it on. Because, i put the remote control in the refrigerator while I was retrieving the mayonnaise. We flipped that house upside-down, looking for the remote that was hanging out the space where the mayo goes. That squeezable bottle sat on the counter for about 3 days, and when I finally put it back in that is when I discovered the missing remote, right where the mayo goes, right there in front of my nose but not in my direct peripheral. If only I ate more mayonnaise I would’ve found the remote before 3 days of looking in all the same wrong god damn places. You see we cannot turn on the TV. Without the remote control which to some is a good thing but not me.