Heidi Isern

writer. thinker. whiskey drinker.

Leaving Perfection – A Poem

“I thought I did everything right in life,” he said gripping his hair in his palms. “An ivy league school, a high profile job, the pedigreed woman. All gone. What happened? How the hell did I fall down the rabbit hole and end up here?”

Here? Well, HERE is the best place to be!


Take my hand

You good-hearted man

I’ll lead you completely astray


Through tangled vine gardens

And sea star skies

Night’s dark floods our day


The Cheshire cat

From the Spectificant tree

Grins wider than ever before


The mad hatter dances

A riverdance jig

Reciting nonsensical lore


Your life measured out

In silver spoons

Will become a fine antique


There’s a polish

Called ‘tarnish’ we can use

Rubbing spotless into batik


Have a swig

Of my pygmy punch

Feel the snap rush down your throat


Let it muddle your mind

’Til you’re pirate blind

On deck a skull banded boat


In this land

Your perfection plans

Get lost in the moonless night


No road signs to anywhere much

We’re all too drunk on pygmy punch

To know what’s wrong or right


Time to conjure

An interesting path

Failure’s in high fashion


Every wrong turn

Leads to a right

Where we unclothe passion


Linear life’s not

Thank God for that

More surprises to discover


Free your mind

From society’s grind

Trust me, my sweet mouthed lover.


*** This post originally appeared on Medium.***

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