Madness

Ticking Splayed like a clock Eyes ribbed red Objects lined in platter Juices flowing to the head Carried away Drilling down the root of mind Passengers pass foggy Danger with no contact Placed like an object Talking, viewing, examining Methods of treatment Danger of being seen So ripped apart What of the future? Consequences and police Shame of the family No ballistic reasoning Neighbors tilted down Better left undiscussed Potpourri pressed down Where only a dim light burns