DAY BEGINS/A POET INSANE Day
begins, day ends.
Night begins, night ends.
And on and on and on and on And have discovered the nonreaiity .
.
I
.
of trivia,
madness in a doll-house where everything is supposed to be perfect. life
is
like
Insanity,
whispering happily from the corner reminds me,
"Old man
Reality died last night, they say
thinking killed him.
Such a shame.
And
A
friendly, ugly old
man."
want to laugh and laugh and cry and smash my head against the grinning and listen to the thunder in my mind. I
wall,
I'm not deaf or blind, just a little insane.
mark nicholson
ruth linderman