Tea Party and Other Poems

Domicile

Let us stay inside

Hidden from this cardboard city

With a painted-on horizon

Run amok by

Elephants and Donkeys

Covered in chatty dead leaves

Wandering about

Chalk covered sidewalks

That shout out matters

Of little importance

The world

Can melt

While we brew a multiverse

Of past voices

And ink stains

Let the beings outside these walls

Hiss their empty tunes

And dress in their garish thoughts

For I will be busy drowning

In my own delusions

The world

Can burn

As I spill my ill will

Over the table

Onto the floor

Let is seep into the walls

Push me to the brink

So that I can look over

I will feed the rage that sulks in the corner

As it picks its teeth with shards

Of my last outburst

The world

Can wait

As we get high

Off of peppermint

(Or pepermunt as we called it)

Spin out old tales

Or silly dreams

And if I get drunk

From laughing all night

They can arrest me in the morning