Madness Is Addictive - Poem by Maverick Jones
Spinning in unfinished circles and
cleverly hidden tea pots.
Having a vague and uninteresting effect and influence
on the people.
Spinning faster, faster, faster.
The lives around become a blur.
A memory of a
memory of a memory of an imaginary being.
Fast, fast, fast.
Madness is good to slip into, they say.
Writing notes and
grocery lists with
your own blood and brains
Repeating the lines of a memory
of a poem about a prison.
Crying on Death Row.
Walking down the street with hidden wings.
Cutting and trimming the
clouds and dreams.
Throwing bricks at the bastards next door screaming,
'Kerosene burns slower than gasoline! '
Signing the edge of a razor.
Life is bitter sweet for the mad.
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