Kit Kelen #1063 - true madness

1063

true madness

in a hollow itch

and feather me with light

to see the truth and shy

am bitten

I bite back

one wallaby unpaddocked

peering through the static

a little drowning in the words

lock up

and self same liquidate

administer me

in pill form

jab

I am the page filling up here

I could be falling leaf

be tree

who says a way around?

some certain days flower

so I am a season

weeds become a garden

Columbus in his India

and not just the imagination

but wrong to take

others dire

telluric

all this 'oh no' in the weather

my crossword is a crypt

an orchestra conducts me

I sing a bouncing ball

can we see ourselves

out of the picture?

pretend to knowing

where we've lost

all and all about to be gone

here – hold the tiller

believe!