Run Out And Lose My Head Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Run Out And Indulge

Look for positive aspects in your experience
declaims the Oracle of Delphi - at least in his
own eyes - and I decide this gives me leave
to purchase more purple flowers to bring
a feeling of spring into the office

Sitting here like a wilting willow tree buoyed
by various devices - the sides of a rubber hot
water bottle changed my seat into a purple
stronghold - waiting for lunch to run out
and indulge in the colours and textures

On offer outside, the sun weakened by clouds,
Jacaranda trees threatening to burst into purple
falls and a few shops in which to browse aim-
lessly - for the simple delight of discovering
interesting objects I never would buy

High-heeled shoes, handbags, flowery dresses
soft evening gowns with shiny bodices, new
styles in sandals and the finest scarves with
glittery lines - if I were a millionaire I would
buy up the shops and play with everything

Just to put them back feeling relieved that
I do not have to take care of anything


Love To Lose My Head

My headache lifts completely when I think of
lovely things, all pains seems psychosomatic
and can be controlled as long as I set my mind
on finding intriguing things

Found slip-on platforms to wear at work, hair
colour spray and Coke zero - bought a purple
flower also - slowly preparing a great colour
explosion in line with the purple fall

Of Jacarandas outside; these heavenly touches
change life into a dream, I am going to hunt for
the Nutcracker ballet on DVD and watch it taking
in sugar plum fairies and mouse kings

Accompanied by the sweetest music humans
ever produced, Tchaikovsky was scared of losing
his head while conducting - maybe he felt the
magic in music would cost him his mind

I feel the same, I would love to lose my head and
change into a melody, existing as vibrations in air
would be an existence of eternal bliss