Agateophobia

The walls have

Melted faces smeared

With the fingerprints

Of life and --

The voices mock me

Words scrolling

Through my restless mind

And the paper flaps

Like an unattended movie reel

Played and worn

And sitting

In my rocker the ...

Photo album of ancestors

Buried with secrets

By a revolver clipped with

The bullets of mental illness

Am I going mad?

Doom fingers me like

A teased whore in wait

Aroused to the edge of

Lunacy taunting and

The practical joke is ...

A never-ending expectation of --

Obsessed and preparing for

My sanitarium death

Wearing white and padded

Forgotten and weeping

But I go on

Riding the merry-go-round --

Laughing occasionally and

Writing often

Euphoric highs and

Desperate fucking lows --

Embracing the madness

In words bled

On paper and screens

And canvased expressions

Diving into the ...

Hells of creativity and

On the coattail of reality

And ready to party with

His face --

At the crossroads of ...

Insanity.