There was much chatter about the new mad hatter
He is madder than the other, said my sister and brother
I want to meet him, I told them, intrigued by the new him.
He was a bit crazier than expected, nutty as suspected, on a whim.
How else would he have met the council’s approval? I said.
He was upside down backwards weird, named himself Odd Ted.
He could run for mayor of crazy town, I suggested immediately.
It was agreed upon unanimously, and delivered with expediency.
For if there is one thing we know about our delightful city, Crazy Town,
It’s undeniably the weirdest, zaniest place under, over, above or down.
Mad hatter turned down our offer to make him mayor and ran away.
The sixth crazy mad hatter mayor that had gotten away that day.
Lost dreams, sad songs and pain
There’s always payback
And it’s usually not pretty
One person hears
a dissonant chord
another hears a melodic ditty
It’s about trust…
And total devotion
Of cold water’s metallic taste
Utterly futility…the rushing about
The more you chase time
The more time you waste
Killing time
Until time
Kills you
You’re lost or merely mislaid
With nothing left
To hold onto
Make the wind stop blowing
Enough is not too much, my sweet
You’ll always have my word
I yearn to fly
To clouds that bleed
To fly away… like a bird