my brain is
a rabid rabbit
gnawing at
the inside of my
cavernous skull
shivering at
the edge of the
most delightfully
worrisome madnesses
as silvery bells
tolltolltoll

the moon is
alive with trickery
a toothy grin
in cratered repose
blistering lunacy
in multicolored
pinwheels of
stab stabby light

can you hear the
voices softly whisper
treacherous intent
dragging the net
hoping to disturb
the placid waters
humming faint dirges
of winter’s embrace
as spring fades from
fields of fire to
tinder awaiting the match