Pocket

Lots of love poems lately.
Darn this Kate Nash obsession. So no, this isn't based on a real person. No really, it's not. It's inspired by this. Isn't that cute? I think it's just fabulous :)
The poem has odd rhymes because it was written at 1:30 am. Someday, I might give it a severe case of the edits. As for now... If you want to see normal rhyming go back to February or March... Or December. That works too.

Pocket
Those dark brown eyes, and soccer guys--that's how I think of you
And wishes upon fireflies--dreams never to come true
Beyond your odd no-soul facade, you had something I sought
And somehow I would bring it out--at least, that's what I thought
Between your nonsense talks with friends, I gave you a small gift
Hoping to view the best of you--praying you'd catch my drift
"Please take good care of it" I said, turning to walk away
But you must not have heard, caught up in your too-busy day
And rushing off to get things done, you couldn't know to fret
About the delicate treasure left in your coat pocket
Practice begins, ball hits your shins, you trip but you're just fine
But I see something else get hurt--something that once was mine
Play continues, more dirt, more falls, practice comes to an end
You walk right by, for to you I was never more than friend
You never knew, but to you I'd laid down my sword and shield
Surrend'ring all, I walk alone onto the sandy field
I find it there, though it is bare, stepped on, and torn apart
It's fine, although I'll have you know that was my only heart

Hatter

I saw Alice in Wonderland the other day. Everyone told me it was terrible, so I was pleasantly surprised. Not that the plot was very good (and, as one friend pointed out, it's Alice in Wonderland--it's not even supposed to have a plot), or that it will be on my shelf forever, but it made me think quite a bit, and that's what I like in a movie.

ALSO, did you notice how similar it was to the Wizard of Oz? I noticed that near the beginning and after that I couldn't get the thought out of my head, it just kept being similar. I s'pose that's a good thing--I've always loved the Wizard of Oz. Well, here's my first poem based on something else. Heaven knows if you'll like it and, like the last poem and perhaps all of April's poems, it's a bit unconventional in format. Well, Alice in Wonderland was never meant to be conventional anyway :)

Hatter
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Time passes so quick
And I mustn't be late
For such a crucial date
Tock. Tick. Tock.
And so goes the clock
But I'll throw it away
Who needs rhythm anyway?

Tick. Tick.
Whooo are youuu?
And what's up with you two?
Tock. Tock.
I didn't know that caterpillars were blue
And while we're on the topic
Why red and white? Why not red and black? Like cards?
Tick.
Why must they always be fighting?
Tock.
Poetry or prose? Are they fighting too?
Wasn't I rhyming?

Well, nevermore
...quoth the raven. Who is like a writing desk, I've heard
But all the reasons are absurd
So in ignoring them, we'll spite them
Nay, we've always got to fight them.
Off with their heads!

Mmmmm
That hatter fellow
M m m m m
It must be the glue
M
And all its Mercury
Making him so Mad
But really, he's not so bad
Besides, all the best people are mad
Or is it only the most productive?
Or the most remembered?
Who are the "best" people?

Tick tock tick
Who are the good people
Little sisters?
Biased parents?
What about the ugly grandchildren?
Nobody chooses to be ugly
Well, nobody chooses to be pretty either.
Alice.

Tick tock.
Maybe appearances deceive. Like those roses.
Tock tick.
But maybe red really is unfit
Why hearts then?
I'd rather be loved
They will respect you if they love you
...Won't they?
They respect her
Appearances indeed

What about those roses?
They don't know they're white...
Are they white?
Which alice?
Um...
A lie? Or did you even know to begin with?
Tick.
Well that was a very very very long time ago
Tock.
Time so much has happened, how could you remember?
Tick.
It happened all the same, how could you not?
Tock.

And that cat.
No obligation to anything
Space
Time
Clocks
Tick Tock
But as for the rest of us
We must indeed prepare a response
Ugly grandchildren it is
Perhaps ugly children are the root
Or no grandchildren whatsoever
What does it matter?
Tock tick

So we draw to a close
And we might as well
You've lost your muchness anyway
And up we go
Or is it down?
Darned elixer
And cake, or mushrooms
Mmmushrooms
Mmmuchness

Well, what's it all anyway?
And see you soon
Though heaven knows why I'd return
What heaven?
Whooo?