According to doctor’s orders, my loose cannon need be refrained from

Salient Anomaly, beautiful conspiring quandary

An overwhelming writhed persistence

that kept pleasantly wandering

Yet in its pull,

gasping little tug of air

I believed whole heartily

that its natural rapture-

decadent dead stare,

that one need not be contained

You see,

All the formulas of restrain are diag-NON sense

Medication suffocates the free will minded

I implore and tug on the so-called pseudo-God’s sleeve

and convict his nature as manipulation!

Let madness take it’s toll I say

Let it’s natural course freely roll then be at bay

Let one fly over the cuckoo’s nest to lie

and Let my voice marinate in self-inflicted lullabies for each somber blue jay

You see,

I wanted the waters of insanity to dry me off and tuck me in

All with it’s original funding sin

Allow the embroiling of blunders to throw me asunder

and for disorder chaotic order to begin

Harmonize in rhythm for the splendid misery heap

Seep into the substance of the blot from madness

because I’d rather grin then weep

 I’d rather be mad then numb!

Twas madness that killed the beast and the beauty of that is it’s fall

A life’s work of tortured craft

A poem, A driven verse, another statistic that sends it’s curse

Chapters illustrating hoarse draft

An insanity brigade that never gets old but cracks

Yet the constant deliberation of complication from dual awakening

was worth all the smeared histrionic adulation and covered tracks that led to this beckoning

The cradling splintering crater

that invited and embraced this jot on paper