Madness
a string holding too much upright
a belly of sour booze
a head full of saw dust
a match burning the finger tips
a subway decapitation
a midnight tarmac rumination
a willing submission to the frantic frenzy of traffic
jazz phrases
circles
moans
ululation!
Madness
a delirium
a lie
a dream
a law
a mindful escape
an artful reprieve
Madness
some can cope others submit
Madness
a part of being human
we are all mad in our own ways by our own praxis
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