60 Seconds of Madness

Stoned
stood in the bathtub
head back
shower pulsing
rain drops glide over skin.
Eyes closed
counting to 60
for that deep clean.
Scenes before
dance in my mind
clocks
flying through the air
hands slowly
tick tock
tick tock
while above
the Mad Hatter stands
pouring rum
spitting over the rim
flooding the saucer
rum fountain
chortling
the man with the fat face
he gambles
while head back
darkened stain
slides across across the shadows
a taint unseen.
Time up
head under water
60 second done
what magic
what fun.
©Oct. 9/21
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Maddened Wishes

*** Please note that this poem is not indicative of how I feel.
How do they not see?
Broken I be-
cracks
up
down
head to the ground.
How do they not hear?
Wretched I be
screaming
voice taut; shrill
black vortex swirling
madness whirling
sanity
raveling; un so fast.
I cannot keep up.
Fingers grasping
ledge crumbling
losing battle
mouth open
eyes wide
tumbling-
fall to nothingness.
Weeping in failure
dreams lost
tides turn
neap
ebb
float away…..
star bright
star light…..
©Sept. 5/21
Picture is my own