Calm in My Helter Skelter

Art should be served for breakfast,

over easy or hard boiled, oatmeal

or Danish, or a cup of black coffee

poured into an astronaut cup

demanding it needs more space.

I love the mania of my insomnia

is greeted with the weird on my walls,

the odd on my shelves, and the bright

splash of painted hearts dancing

with shadows in my living room. 

There is an anthology of quotes

placed like easter eggs in frames

for me to search when I can’t decide

which mood to wear with my pajamas.

An early riser wired with ADHD

the squirrel cage in my brain attempts

to conjure focus, but fails to leave crumbs for

me to follow so the helter skelter 

of my décor is the storm I find calm in.

I enjoy my museum eclectic.

It has bits of quiet and fever for attention.

My curiosities, creations, and ink

run cage free feeding on dust and fingerprints.

Yes, art should be served for breakfast.

I can sit amongst my gaggle of muses,

spoon a teaspoon of cackles in my coffee,

and ponder how many flowers it will take

to turn an empty jelly jar into a vase. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

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