Art...apply as needed. Cannot overdose.

I listened to John Prine's Some Humans Ain't Human over and over this afternoon.

While listening, I walked the hardwood floors, slowly pacing a large, oval loop, over and over.
One step at a time around the white, partial wall that separates the kitchen area from the dining room area.
Three white, carved, wooden scrolls, located on the dining room side of the partial wall, help support the gray-marble-topped bar.
Three tall, white-cushioned, bar stools trimmed in black and chrome, stand on the bar side of the partial wall.
A double sink sits on the other side in the gray-marbled, lower, countertop, on the kitchen side of the partial wall.

I walk.
I listen.
John Prine over and over.
Round and round the partial wall with its bar and sink.
Each step deliberate.
Clockwise.

Yet my mind is not fully conscience of my two sweet dachshund friends quietly observing me.
Their four eyes watching me as I walked round and round.
The walls graced with art, watching.
Glass sculptures, watching.

Round and round I walk for 10, 20, 30 minutes.
As I walk, I sip tap water from a tall, clear acrylic glass decorated with random, turquoise circles.
I let the news from the phone call sink in.

"It" is officially done.
I will announce "it" when I am allowed and when I am ready.

I thought: "Art. Apply as needed. Cannot overdose."

Some Humans Ain't Human....I'll listen until I'm done listening...

Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm

Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas
Some ice cubes with hair
A broken Popsicle
You don't want to go there

Some humans ain't human
Though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe
Just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping
They try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind

You might go to church
And sit down in a pew
Those humans who ain't human
Could be sittin' right next to you
They talk about your family
They talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own ass
From their own elbows

Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony

Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm

Have you ever noticed
When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood

Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some cowboy from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq

Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth
With their head up their behind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind

Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm

(by John Prine)