'Deep' Inside Insanity - Poem by James McLain
Deep inside insanity, i must
often rise and look around it.
Room after room each face,
lies uncovered helped along
by each mouth so red, i can not feed.
And where there are full lips, my eyes
they pop out as if you squeezed them.
They are moving, without sound.
Moving back and forth,
up and down
skirts from room to room,
how it slides across them all.
And we hear them
and it takes more so much more,
of an effort,
not to spread them out too far, one cries.
While I'm pulled
up and down through
long and dark, warm musky halls,
in one last push deep inside of insanity
while every one we met before looks on.
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