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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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 7 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 7 Years Ago

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

Posted 7 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 7 Years Ago

the picture is beautiful. and scary. and beautiful

Posted 7 Years Ago

great title
the difference between madmen and lunatics is the latter's association with the moon.
'inside out' - what a great saying
really some wonderful twists of logic here. twisted logic: my favorite kind
and the 'smell of squares' - my favorite kind of poetry
everyline of this poetry blows me away, in a wonderful way.

though i don't understand the ending. but i'm a lunatic.
great freaking write

Posted 7 Years Ago

I like this one, I think I would be the Mad Hatter if I could.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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