My Head is But a House
My mind is but a movie
go ahead and take a seat
My thoughts are but a dinner
would you care to come and eat?
My head is but a house
at which none will trick or treat
Because they say I’m crazy
but I find it rather neat
So go ahead and lock the door and throw away the key
the only ones I need in here are
I myself and me
We’re going to throw a party
and decorate the tree
with ideas thoughts and fancies
that can smell and hear and see
So go ahead and leave us be
and you will one day come to see
that you are trapped and we are free
For crazy comes and crazy goes
but only we who’s crazy knows
that life is but a riddled rose
that looks much nicer through one’s nose
But now it’s time I do suppose
to end this poem so I close
the window with my outstretched toes
And wave goodbye to those who chose
to leave my poems for some prose
Goodbye my friends
Goodbye my foes
And that is how the story goes.
©2008 Hillary Swanson. All rights reserved.