Robin Bennett (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

Maybe it's the alarm clock of thoughts-
raging inside my brain, that startles;
me awake each morn. The screaming sounds,
of your words chime louder than the blue-
time clock on the night stand. I awaken to,
another day spent chattering nonsense
with the Mad Hatter. Time flashed by,
where he fussed " no wonder you are late,
Why this watch is exactly two days slow."
Teetering on the outskirts of sheer madness-
Not knowing exactly sure where I am;
If I don't know where I am headed,
any old road will surely take me there.
Wishing clarity returns to my mind,
The fall was much easier, then this climb.

Still I live out my days in madness-
behind the world of the looking glass?
Is it too late to save any hope of sanity-
It rings shallow, I must leave to rediscover my vanity.



* all references to Alice and Wonderland from the book of the same name by Lewis Carroll *