Off-Kilter Delight

Mouse of modesty, croon me a tune

Explain away this madness, random sand dune

Over the big lake wings the common loon

A sign of regress or of tremendous boon?

 

Man of subtraction, tell me a tale

Voice how we got out through by image sale

The cabinetmaker makes with hammer and nail

Against the brick wall to break the jail

 

Amphibian of poison, flask of amaretto

Stab the temple with a filed stiletto

So the virus spreads as the winds blow

The letters fall from the mailbox, it’s not so

 

Mirror of parallel, dimension beside me

Everything is counted like the smallest flea

In this land, we the sheep think we’re free

Lost in a maze of prose, I can never see

 

Sides of anger, dinner dishes of spite

Wash it all down with a pop-top of fright

Where did it go, when did it become not right?

So much for this strange, off-kilter delight

Author's Note

I was being weird when I wrote this, which happens rather often.