Monthly Archives: April 1992

‘Pocketful Of Madness’

What is it? It’s crap, mostly. This is an old one, written in my late teens, posted as a historical curiosity. *lol*

‘Pocketful Of Madness’

so, you think me mad, do you? i am not mad, i can assure you. i know madness; i can show you madness, if you like. it’s right here, in my pocket. i keep it with me, to soothe the pain of living. it’s quite stressful, you know, dealing with you people. always poking around, asking silly questions. i like this madness. sometimes i catch myself touching it, caressing it, letting its energies course through me like a current. sometimes i long to take it out of my pocket, slip it on for a while, and be reborn in its light and passion and splendid chaos. but then it passes, and i jerk out my hand, and come back to your world. i replace my mask of credibility, and walk again with you people. but the madness is never too far away; it waits for my need. no, i’m not mad, i’m just like you, only free.