The Casual Pageantry of Madness

standing at the top of the staircase closing the eyes & arms out wide fallen in love with the casual pageantry of madness the one & only the love that will not leave the you that will not cease to be & tumbling backward laughing out & out into the open air back bouncing down the ridges without a care bones ricocheting bruises purpling & all coming to the surface of the skin this is how you begin again. so who was it that said that being normal was cool? what again is normal, but following rules? the status quo (piss, yellow in the snow) writing your name in it for all the world to see (and still staying within the lines)--- madness invites madness comforts madness kisses on the lips madness will not cheat madness will not steal from you it only beckons that you take from those that insist that they are right in every way. walk with caution because the self-righteous slink around on the ground in their slithery snakeskin amongst us--- the best that one can do is don your steel toed boots & grind them into the ground when they come to town.