One for the Nut House


Oh, how I wanted
to boil my hat,
a sequence that
made no sense
to anyone outside
my little cherry box.

We were all as latelate
as watches on
chains and white
rabbits can measure,
a slow roiling boil, a
nifty-fifty carat treasure
that just might outshine
the sun. Give me

your shoe, I said
and you thought
I was crazy, pain
-ting intricate days
-ies on linoleum
floors in various
shades of sum





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8 Responses to One for the Nut House

  1. Jae Rose says:

    We know the nuthouse and rabbit all too well…crazy is a moveable feast…I say paint the floor as long as there are cherries and summer

  2. C.C. says:

    Love the Alice in Wonderland reference and the play on words here….brilliant 🙂

  3. This is quite a crazy poem! But in a great way. “boil my hat” : that idea in itself is crazy funny. Of course I soak my husband’s in white vinegar to rid it of the sweat smell that creeps back in it! But boiling might work as well 🙂
    And then “give me your shoe” — sounds quite hilarious!

  4. oldegg says:

    I think we all need to be a little crazy or else we will go quite mad.

  5. Misky says:

    Wonderful! 😀

  6. Kir Piccini says:

    Sometimes “crazy” sounds so wonderful, the escape too tempting.


  7. DELL CLOVER says:

    I too enjoyed the “Alice” reference.

  8. Cressida says:

    Painting daisies on linoleum is a nice image…I don’t think it’s crazy:)

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