Madness

I want to live with Madness,
passion and wild truth mated to action,
prying into the backs of skulls
filled with hidden, forgotten rooms...
 
-to hurl strings of exquisite words
crammed into nonsensical sentences,
crushed together like smoke and breath,
stirring visceral senses,
mingling their magic into one, grotesque thing
of immense and terrible beauty...  
 
-to spew life over walls and ceilings and floors,
flinging the joined meats of mind and will
out and over everything
until they cluster in glistening constructs
and inch down dull, frightened flatness
in glittering, sensuous rivers...
 
-to bleed power into puddles of thought and hidden meanings
where the others pace, caged,
forced to walk through them  
like sticky bits of broken glass
clinging to their feet,
staining their flesh,  
and seeping into the spaces between their toes...
 
-to see Madness
carried like seeds  
down the reeking alleys  
and up the basement stairs of
lives half lived
by undiscovered souls
who are,
by their very existence,
enacting the rite of passage  
demanded of every God
conceived in the heart of man.
 
© H.Newberry, 2016