tick tock mind,
Your clocks won’t mind,
whether to go
to the here and now
or some otherworlds, I am hesitant
To begin again.
Inconsequential, yet still sequential tales
of espionage are sitting with me, I wasn’t
there then, but I’m here
Now or
maybe surrounded by walls,
They lie, but
Who’s to tell?
Grown out of gowns, but still
I shimmied around towns
Mischief within, shiv up, man down.
To be a maker in a world of takers
Oh, it takes effervescence.
Doe a dear. A female deer.
Do you think I’m ridiculous, dear? I married
too young and stole
too old.
Still I bury myself in dirt tongues, wretched
Be they may. I won’t last another day
There’s a rooster on the ceiling beam and
It never
ever
ever
ever
crows.
But now look, now
AT ME.
I have talons for toes.
Thank you, Caroline, for my first prompt based poem: “Can you write a poem written from the crazy ex-wife locked in the attic?”