Madman Stare

Testing my mind here, Giving it a run for it's money, Really, You don't believe me do you. Well here is proof. I write for 24 hours straight then after the drugs wear down... Another 24, 48 straight and still tick tocking, Cracking the curtain at 4:00 a.m. Sun light arrives in the darkness of the night, Cool fresh breeze, Whiskey shooters, Joking to myself about nothing, Tick tock, Tick tock, Dick Cock, Oh captain, my captain, Said already...and the lost feeling kicks hard Mad    man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad    man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad    man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man Mad    man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man  Mad  man Crazy bins, Loon tune, Messed up toys, (I crawl through words like skin melting softly)    And the Madman walks away from the paper, I pick it up to read, As the words seems to slither down my spine I drop my soul in slow motion, I am afraid to look in the mirror.I love to let my mind go by itself sometimes. It is slightly frightening until I remember who I am. A simple poet who has nothing better to do. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 04:02 PM PST   10 • 0