Sketches Of Madness Poem by Matt Render

I followed him to the edge
In his sketches of madness
Through sleeping parks
In the oncoming darkness
I watched him on highways
Heading straight into the sunset
Eyeless In traffic
Drunken and frantic
Riding on empty
Cups of black coffee
In another man's clothing
Sweat-stained and tearing
Searching for something
As dreams keep collapsing
Clasping his hands
He goes on asking
Where the bridge ends
And why I keep following

Drowning in the watery
Entrails of memory
Submerged in the salty
Tears of eternity
He picked up a flower
He picked up a fever
And in his delirium
He went on deceiving
I watched him for hours
Each one dissolving
Further and further
As the days all escaped him