Mad Pollyanna poet Depressed In love with the night, Admirer of the stars, Constellations, and galaxies, The milky white way Against the raven black Echoes of eternity, Heart hardwired To the planet’s pulse. Feel the continents drift Under your feet, Between the clicks of the clock.
Self-martyring madman, Preparing a sacrifice At Aphrodite’s altar, Attended by the nine daughters Of Zeus, Razor ready to bleed India ink On the sacred scrolls and tablets.
Damaged, hurt; heartbroken, Looking on the bright side Of the silver lining, Believing—despite the darkness That light still exists.
Mad Hattering, March Hare tea partying, Cheshire smile that lingers Long after he’s faded away.