FAMILY

We are madhatters.

Who bicker and shake fists,

Then kiss and make it nice.

Then bicker and shake fists.

 

We do as madhatters do.

and talk all at once,

Then feign silence.

Then talk all at once.

 

in this world made of cells and stardust

we form a small nucleus,

protons and neutrons and

electric pulses bouncing off one another.

 

There is one and she is queen

And her madhatter tea

Is served in bed

Or off with your head.

She has spider hands

That hold, all the worlds comfort in their palms.

 

And also there is a man

Who is dark headed like the earth

And just as grounded.

He is formed of solid gold

And finds his ability to taunt

And tease

Both surprising, and wildly amusing.

 

Together they were

So young

And brought to life the rest

 

 All of who have lashing tongues and giant hearts and too many words and too many tricks and games and glittering eyes and are bound to one another with shackles of love and hate and a walloping amount of pure disbelief.

 

We are the apple of our eyes

And the dagger to our hearts.

we are madhatters!

And we do as madhatters do.