POEM: Consecrating Madness

Go ahead, run your hand over the surface.

Stroke reality to get your bearings.

But don’t name things.

Don’t categorize.

Don’t think that because you can label and box a thing that you have it contained.

— That you’ve sealed in its essence —

You’ve just locked it in a deeper strain of darkness.

I don’t want to turn your world on its head,
let out all the lunatics and lock away the normals.
I just want to poke holes in your boxes.

2 thoughts on “POEM: Consecrating Madness

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.