Soft Fleece [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Finally the jittery feeling's gone & two mischievous
connivers, my son and I, creep from the house with
sleeping Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle's
garage card, put fuel in his car - five distinctions in
the law exam deserves my son this credit, and the
shakiness is suddenly gone: I always suspect

Supernatural influences - though it's infantile & no
evidence is ever found; I feel anxiety about mom &
sis fearing I pick up subliminal help messages; yet
when I enquire, sis turns into a haughty Duchess
pushing me away and mom becomes the Queen
of Hearts bragging about her conquests - maybe

The illegal oats mixture I had earlier today really
fixed my system, even if insomnia and sinus are
the result; now peace covers me like soft fleece
spreading wings enfolding my soul - making my
heart feel safe