Thinking at random tangents.
Scribbling calculus, demanding answers.
Brainstem overly bruised, total recluse.
Holed up in the east wing of an abandoned mansion.
Painting magic-eye blots on flesh canvas
Back for a minute from ma fresh madness.
Crossbow: taking shots at trespassers.
Dressed in ma wedding suit, worn through and left tattered.
Time travel through the quicksand of ma mental assembly
Moving parallel to eternity.
Thick dust carpets these memories.
Light through the rotting window frame sets ma hand trembling.
The darkness responds hissing ‘you’ll remember me’
Digits twitch on the limbs of the nightmares I’m dismembering,
Sunken eyes staring emptily,
Static on a broken TV crackles the signal entropy.
Electronic bugs slither in the cornices,
Listening in as they whisper broken promises.
Sophisticated search engines scan for anomalies.
Reporting back to the nest where the hornets sleep.
Lawless enforcers in coffee stained fatigues.
Monitor ma brokenness on snow filled grainy screens.
Pacing a worn carpet til floorboards break and creak.
Join the dots in a broken brain and wake the beast.

I am the cry of a mother as her baby's captors held her.
I am the spade on the roof of an Anderson shelter.
I can make a same man's sense leave him.
I am Mad Season.

I am what comes after the voice of reason.
I have been hanged for a high treason.
I have been martyred as a heathen.
I am Mad Season. I am the sound of freedom.

White noise, brain wave, phase cancellation
Paranoiac schizophrenic shared accusations
Wandering the halls, trapped in the ghost vaults
Both thoughts agree it’s ma own fault
Insects crawl in the scratches where my nails and my skin stop
A tick in my left ear talks like a wristwatch
Half metronome half babelfish
A halfling in the shadows waiting for Aesop to label it
Show me where the fable is
I tripped the alarm while trying to disable it.
Epileptic strobe lights echo in surround.
I’ve bitten through my lip and taste metal in my mouth.
The world swims into focus, magnified in close-up
I try to piece together all the fragments since I woke up
Skeletal, skin taught, barely out a coma-state
Brain moving slugglishly, underused and overweight
Heavy from the decades of unspoken ideas
A waterlogged mirage in the desert of dry tears
Back from the barren place, where all matter goes
Compatible, I survive ‘cause I’m adaptable
Homing beacon embedded in ma tibia.
I leave the grounds and an alarm sounds in Libya.
Hysteria knows how it ought to be.
I will return after you've forgotten me.