Madness Poem by jerome moore

Madness
a string holding too much upright
a belly of sour booze
a head full of saw dust
a match burning the finger tips

a subway decapitation
a midnight tarmac rumination
a willing submission to the frantic frenzy of traffic
jazz phrases
circles
moans
ululation!



Madness
a delirium
a lie
a dream
a law
a mindful escape
an artful reprieve


Madness
some can cope others submit
Madness
a part of being human

we are all mad in our own ways by our own praxis