Magic 8-Ball

A man with thoughts swirling in his head
takes a blank prism and holds it in the tips
of his fingers, he feels every edge.
On one side he puts thoughts
of love: The wanting for it,the sound of it,
the meaning of love, the red lust, purple passion,
moonlight kisses, and dancing with the stars.
On another side he places thoughts of life:
His future, what’s right, what's wrong, the wonder
of why people do the things they do.
He must put money on. The way it pays for everything,
how it can actually buy happiness and materialistic things,
and how green is the color of greed.
He thinks of having fun. Being able to do what he wants
and willing to take all the consequences,but work always has to be shared
with having fun. Finally, he puts the challenges of the day.
Dead lines that need to be met, family problems, his exhaustion,
red lights and stupid people.
He places the thought-full prism
in the empty black 8-Ball with the blue oily liquid.
He closes it, and the ball begins to shake in the palms
of his hands. It stops and turns it over. Like magic, it reads,
“Try Again Later.”
He shakes it again and again.
All the time, every time, the same answer.
He can never stop his mind from tossing thoughts around.