Madness

by jordan e. willett

I met madness in a dream He told me I was easy to find He gave me a dead-corn smile That he knew would hang in my mind

We threw back our heads to drink kerosene rain And thought up better words for fun Then he snatched my serotonin and asked for my name I told him to give me one

So he called me “Capricious Thing” And kissed the top of my head And the cool spot that he left there Painted each new word I said