Crazy
You say I'm crazy.
I say,
Crazy is in the eye
of the beholder.
You laugh madly;
you must know something I don't.
You dance on magazines
like a puppet.
I parse crosswords
for knowledge.
Whatever mysteries
coil in your mind
to fill the cracks
and pass for knowing
are hybrids
emptiness has spawned.
I will never know your gods
nor you my demons, but I'm glad:
I don't want you here;
your laughter chills my soul.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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