Brain Damaged

The silent gloats,
The rising hopes.

Time and space
Traces of lace
Edge of reason
Softest treasons.

The mist surrounds
Disappears without sound


My mind complains
Rapt in that cunning race
To the post of sanity
Past all that vanity
Into the limelight
Shining ever so bright.

That eely feeling
That constant craving
Of Attila the hummer who wanted
To become a professional drummer..

Of Birds and Bees
Never at Peace.

Of cats and dogs
Paradise Lost.

Tack and add
Forever mad
Totally insane
Those bylanes of my woolly brain