Free No More Poem by Stan Petrovich
Free No More
It has descended;
the madness has become that
parasol on a hit of white ants
I have forever dreaded.
In grandiosity I am pleased
to ride out the night,
now a wizard in white,
now a placated being
with nowhere else to roam,
since I have been everywhere;
and everywhere having gone,
I am chained to a sofa that cries,
its belly distended.
I cannot sing to you, having
sung to the crickets their songs.
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8/25/2026 4:09:14 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Madness is inevitable, we are all mad, but it does not have to control a person. Another interesting and thought provoking poem, here.