A poet too insane

How to Calm your Mind

A frequent dancing step of memory
so unique and feverish,
an operation of melodious thunderstorms
circulating/ watching a gluey stare
What is that white noise?
A stare, a semantic of laughter.
A cacophony of strange chemicals.
The molten rhythm of steroid heart.

I am blue today, dark blue.
nothing that remains inside excites me,
I am too numb,
with a shred of melted saint touch still wobbling,
too thin,
Nothing that sits here stays.
A nullified happening of life.

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32 thoughts on “A poet too insane

  1. Nothing new under the Sun? ⛅
    I can totally relate.
    Does that make me too insane … too?
    You should post your artwork.
    That’s what those strange chemicals
    are best at, mixing up a new point of view
    from a deep well of poetic vision.

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