some days you can see crazy
sitting cross the room grinning
legs crossed nails polished
bare assed naked
crazy light shining from its
good eye yeah you can smell
the metallic burned copper
smell of it running in blood
dancing naked on the road
lurking in the corner
of your mind waiting still naked
still naked
as it runs through your
family it knows your name
might come for you
you can see it some days
some days
when it’s not wrapped round
you so tight it pulls
you under the line
to watch
it makes piles of
things you can’t see most times
things in the middle of the room
piled up covering windows
sometimes you inhale deeply
shaking it off momentarily
you can see it
clearly
in those moments you stretch
take up all the room
realizing you have been
crouching in a corner you stand
stretching out your arms extending
your fingers you pluck at its web
pull it down and trample it
if you are quick enough
you may open a space
for sanity to awaken
save you
from the blue tide
the red funk
the bright orange reality
the white bright abyss
the need for midnight
blue velvet to pull around
you like a curtain hiding
crazy piling things in the corner
invisible & everywhere
everywhere & invisible
running through
your family
snickering at you from a
distance
skipping ’round naked
Solid