Madam Racecar is an old radiant red car today Adventurous games you used to play Driving the world insane Acrobatics and dangerous twists

An old camera was a brand new miracle People had to stand like frozen statues Click and click As the cameraman took

In a little muddy puddle You could get in a bit of a storyline muddle In a very small fairytale

Poets may come and Poets may go Leaving an unthinkable dent That cannot be replaced Their life works will never be erased

Disjointed poetry When the words don’t call They don’t flow freely The ink has time to dry The words have lost their high Dismal and blue

Have we gone back in time? Is it tin soldiers now we send to fight? Who gave us the right?

Poppy confetti fills the blue sky A beautiful sea of red Swirling above our heads Flying high to the sky

A sandstorm of love Wrapped around a warm flag of Pride Where unicorns and nuns happily reside Side by side

As we take a visit to Wonderland Where dogs and white rabbits Walk hand in hand To a world we cannot totally understand

I’ve shed, so many skins I know, I’m definitely no superhero Or a man to werewolf I’m no actor in a spoof horror film

A poetic line doesn’t come to mind As this continual production line Brings surprises every time Greek gods, leather clad dogs

An old fashioned postcard I wish, I could catch a train ride On the steam train Through the forest of tall trees

A glass bottle of milk is smooth and cool Fragile as a smooth piece of Venetian cut glass

My naked words You stripped them bare You tore them in two Inked out every written page In a lover’s rage

Thank you for my gifts from this year. I wish you well and hope not too many tears.

Here we go walking down the street Never know who we might meet Walking the zebra crossing In our bare feet

Please, please help me Escape the jaws of a rainbow animated dinosaur I’ve never been to a cartoon film set before

Who stole the music? Where did it go? How could you let the instruments go? As if, sucked up in a giant trombone

Trick or treat? Many monsters, vampires, and skeletons

Reflections of a windowpane When all outside are insane Hearing the catapulting rain