To my John,
This Ode to odd
When the norm, early on,
was already a form
of boredom,
Then, we add on.
A person plus another one
We join our souls
and odd becomes our norm
When one thinks crazy
we think ecstasy
When one hears noises
we hear voices
When one sees absurdity
we see beauty
Ode to odd
for my John
who became
my norm.
