Friday, September 27, 2013

Mad as a March Hare.


Mad as a March Hare.



Do you desire,
more than your fair share
of madness covered in curly hair?
Do you believe,
in all the confusion flowing,
or do you want what is showing?
Can you not,
decipher the clues now revealing,
where she is peeled, off the ceiling?
Can you tell,
the truth from the down right lying,
or did you fold beneath her crying?
Is your wanting,
hiding from you a certain madness,
and will you leave her before the sadness?
Is your trouble,
the inability to look and recognise,
what becomes the madness when beauty dies?