Call Me Crazy

Who knows what is running

through my mind at any given

time? (That is a rhetorical question

which is impossible to answer.)

I see a landscape painting on the

wall, and I’m thinking pizza pie

for dinner. I see a cat outside, and

I’m thinking, my, what a beautiful

blue sky. So, don’t offer me a

penny for my thoughts. You never

know what you’ll get. I see the

beautiful form of a woman passing

by—hair, face, breasts, arms, buttocks

and legs. What I’m thinking here, I

cannot politely say, but it isn’t pizza

pie or blue sky. I may be a lot of things,

say what you will, but sure as hell,

I’m not crazy.

                             -30-

Chris Hanch 3-9-2020