MADDER AT THE WORLD

Not that hat again. That’s left
Long behind, sat upon, hacked
Up—I’ve got something madder—
Chatter—brimming over with song.

Listen. A frayed ribbon, a heart cleft,
And a head full of headstone—backed
By rocks and rolls—harmonizing hatters.
Verse freed by the muses, a teatime band.

Angel food rethink with hearth kettle heft;
Romantic poetry sandwiches, quarter stacked;
High lines, tiered service, and aftermath deters;
Belfry bats—also—amusement in alliteration antic.