“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!
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.
