Dancing silhouettes of a madman
I think in poetry sometimes but can't speak it
Articulate jibberish in fact
More so when in love
Cliches by the dirty dozen
Pout out over my tongue
Faster than a lightning bolt.
I'd hold the corpse and gyrate around
Until its shadow faded and only
The hearty meat was left
But biting into nothing was self-deprecating
About an invisible girl dead at night
Making wrist tracks and headaches
And I end up in the asylum.