Melodies XLIX; The Lunar Madman

He liked that hymn, "Blessed Be The Tie That Binds . . ."

and thought it spoke well to his fractured minds;

those that jostled around in his bulbous head,

and demanded he hear the words they have said;

as they gave him commands, dictatorial and despotic,

in a slang too imitative of a backstreet punk's demotic.

The rage of his thoughts was like a tempest---wild, chaotic:

the shattered fragments of his self , delirious and psychotic.

 

Starward

 

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