Sunday, July 17, 2011

Crazy





i knew a crazy woman once
she'd be vacuuming a rug
and next thing ya knew
she'd hightail out the back door,
down the hillside
and jump in the lake

we'd all look from our windows
as she stood there
flailing her arms and wailing
oblivious to all
cept the secrets in her mind

we-that is, us sane ones
would shake our heads
and wonder what kind of drugs
would do such a thing

then we'd mow our yards
trim our hedges
and paint our fences
before sweeping our driveways

i later knew another woman
who would run down a hillside
knockin bears into bush,
rabbits into circles,
then clothes and all
she'd jump into a creek
where her wails found rest

i'm not sane anymore
i've learned their secret

4 comments:

Ruth said...

This is grand, Rick. It's freeing to lose control.

ShoeBox said...

Spontaneous spirits. Unconstrained by normalcy. I like those crazy women. There's something about being a bit off your rocker that draws me to the parlor. I suppose it has something to do with wishing I were a more kindred spirit!

Lil Coyote said...

thank you ruth and annie
i like the pic
people who live like that are sane?
god help us all!

Lil Coyote said...

thank you ruth and annie
i like the pic
people who live like that are sane?
god help us all!