Enjoying The Taste Of Glass Poem by Justin Tallman

Returning to the dark corner
in my closet
looking for the madness
I've longed for like a romance
lived in daydreams
letting the iron taste
blend with green beans
fresh and bright
but rotting like a ticking clock

What is wrong with a little madness?
Screaming out truth like it's a lie
breaking glass with flesh
to conjure up some red
tasting a chemical
for dilated eyes
grasping that one chance
soaking your pupils in nothing
and loving it

some day you'll add a dimension
breaking through LCD
erupting in headphones
and scratching the eyes
tickling gray matter
with rough words of friction
and a beautiful sour
drying out sweat
making what's moist and rich
more beautiful than a brightly colored
pill

and within all this
a brick wall reinforced
by the things that scream
into your handicapped drum

Breaking at the point of madness
is the chalkboard teacher
who appreciates the apple
of an eager child waiting
for questions