If I were a lunatic

If I were a lunatic

A Poem by Elizabeth

if I were a lunatic
the world would be orange
or purple
or inside out

down would be left
and squares would smell like tangerines

if I were Alice, I would smash the looking glass
and hide my meds under my tongue
until lights out

but I am not a lunatic
and the world is not orange
or purple
or inside out

and squares have never smelled like tangerines

© 2011 Elizabeth

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Posted 6 Years Ago

This poem is unreal, Haunting and awesome in a twisted sense of way. Really great imagery and I love the closing line.

Posted 6 Years Ago

for a non-lunatic you sure know a lot about how they think. i'm just sayin.....

Posted 6 Years Ago

I am a lunatic at times...
Very surreal and dreamy.... I love the smell of tangerines a square smelling like tangerine would be nice..
Very nice Elizabeth.


Posted 6 Years Ago

I love the surealist view point and the Alice imagry.Plus, I loved the unhinged creativity. If you have no frame of reference that I can compare to, and thats what makes a poet great. From what I've read of yours, you seem to be able to take your poetry anywhere and create any image. Your boundless in your work. I've really been enjoying everything!

Posted 6 Years Ago

...i am... lol

Posted 6 Years Ago

Actually I would call you a lunatic for that, I'd call you a dreamer with a heart wanting the world to be a better place... besides being a little crazy is the best way to stay sane.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Maybe I am a lunatic because the world to me is orange, blue, red mixed with the shades of black and white. Circles smell of tangerines and the little white crust that sits on the side of your lips when you od turns me on....

but that's just me.



Posted 6 Years Ago

yes. if you 'are not a lunatic' then: you 'are a lunatic'
so: maybe you're a lunatic. now, i understand

Posted 6 Years Ago

the first two stanzas are all magic and playful. but the third gives me deja vu
of 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'
and the last bring it back to earth where we all must spend most of our time

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on April 5, 2011
Last Updated on April 5, 2011



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