Mad eyes
Landslides.
Hang-gliding through past lives.
Sliding through my buttonhole,
But I'm still in control
While others crash land in quick demand.
Harvard guise
Alcohol dimming his eyes.
Skin peeled back to scenes unreal.
No sooner than likely
The trash is full of fools in clown shoes
Waiting for those who can also
Help them down into the rabbit hole.
-© Sonja Johnston 11-May-17
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