I Think I'm Going InsaneA Poem by PeteThere is considerable danger that a man will be crazy between dinner and supper; but it will not directly answer any good purpose that I know of, and it is just as easy to be sane. - Thoreauwait wait wait set me straight twitch and stare lose more hair same thing every day every night same story same white-knuckled plight this, that and the other help me my dear brother over and over time and again under electric fencespast barbed wire through mine fields across kill zones dogs, sirens and spotlights intimacy is reduced to a commodity in these parts emotional bullets scrape the darkness the bloody tourniquet is tight my sweat is sweating something's not right nobody's home and someone's turned off the veranda light my mind travels to treacherous places places it has no business going things it has no business knowing spent sperm of my essence dribbling down my tattered and torn pant leg i ain't getting any and i ain't getting any younger i'd beat my head against the wall but the wall is knocked down scattered everywhere are the bricks of acute pain and the water stains of drenching rain i'm always running from the blitzkrieg as victory i feign faith ain't for sissies the cigarette is down to the filter i can't find my other ear patience and reason are bound and gagged in the trunk and madness is driving in the wrong lane quick, someone get more duct tape help me to secure what's left of my brain i think i'm going insane © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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