To the Magical Mind

my empty hands sprawled the healers of magical minds watch intently as i rush to speak all my madness thoughts as i spill the visions and voices that come to me in the night the pour out onto the madhouse floor stained like blood red wine sharp taste to the minds electric eye wrap tin foil around your fingers when you type lest the alien signature machine sees you in a dream the healers of a magical mind tell you of reality that you cannot see the give you small pills to make it all better to soak up all the fears your magic mind speaks inside your ear tells you not to swallow the pills that they make your face look funny in the mirror that they control you with secret machines in magazines sit on the bare floor straight jacket wrapped warmly around you like loving arms and watch the cursed moon rise neath the clouds sing in a whisper to the voices in your head your eyes wide open to the magical mind