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If I Finally Go Insane


I try not to drown
in genius
that may not be there.

No matter what the mother
or wife may say

and how can the flatterings
from the father
hold any weight
when the father
has no weight of his own?

Where are the golden days
where fulfillment comes
at the turn of every corner
even if the walk was strained?

Where are the clear skies
that allow clear vision
from where I stand
to where the horizon begins
and the path
is well lit?

Where once tiny feet
ran freely
now a grown man
careful probes the ground ahead
for landmines
left behind.

The cat bathes
giving me only slightly
disinterested glances
to let me know
he knows
I’m here.

The coffee pot clicks in the kitchen
and I have 6 cigarettes left

the guy downstairs
is playing his stereo too loud
but not loud enough for me to pick out the tune

wheels still roll
by outside
carrying people from where
to who cares
but they’re moving
so good for them.

I make my silent observations
and record things that perhaps
no one need know
wondering what
if anything
I can claim
as my own.

Talent and time
are relative,
intelligence can be observed
and measured,
wisdom is earned,
love is fickle,
honesty can be
the hardest thing of all.

Genius
is often a curse
as are talent
and love
and lead to as many suicides
by bullet, bottle or knife
as poverty, grief and shame.

I can only hope
that if I do finally go mad
that it will prove
once and for all
that some genius occupied
my feeble skull

after all,
morons rarely
go insane.


----06