Madman Poem by Julian Takali

To not adorn the sienna leaves of the slender trees
To not bask in the fallen dust
To glance away from the peach mist sky
To not wonder at how the wind doth sigh

Would have to be a madman acutely!
To be mad as all hell
To have gone ludacris
Well, that man is me as I go mad only for thee
Not even the joys of fall of any temptation
Arise in me does no desire
For if I would say it did, I would be no more than a liar