When the party’s over
where to go from here?
curl into a den of woe
and wait to disappear?
Breaths of life sustains me
when others fill my room
without their presence, the lonely heart
retreats within the womb
Why must I be so absent
in the carriage of myself
that I sit so idly dormant
on a dusty solo shelf
Do only I allow to see
myself through other’s eyes?
Surely there’s another way
than gowns that glamorize.
I like my mad
it suits me just fine
Don’t try to take it, or break it
it’s mine.
I’m Tarzan on a swing
Foreman in the ring
my ire shoots out
like a natural spring
I like my mad
it keeps me sane
Don’t try to grab it, can’t have it
That plain?
I’m the big Head Cheese
master of the seas
call me Poseidon, Zeus
or Hercules
I like my mad
it’s something to do
not bored, this chord
strikes a charge or two
I’m a fine deal breaker
head dough maker
truth be told,
an emotion faker
I like my mad
what’s wrong with a vent?
Just bent not knowing
where everyone went.
photo credit
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 