Poem -

" THE INSIDE SCOOP ON INSANITY "

" THE INSIDE SCOOP ON INSANITY "

There are a vast number
Of intricate possibilities
Invading my cranium,
A moving vision of
Volatile, destructive
Perceptions and aging geraniums,
Like a temple garden
Of elusive, blooming ideas
And absurdities,
Creating fluidity inside of me
And a new-age thesaurus
Herding each word in me,
Explosion's of images
And graphic new languages
Speaking nonsensically,
But making perfection
Of ruthless reflection's
In memories and destinies,
Coming to incongruous
Conclusive opinions
Of atrocious abnormalities,
And irreverent sermons
From pretentious preachers
Ant the Vatican's priests and saints,
Who pray on the front steps
Of government holdings
And well-conceived restraint's,
Tackling the issues
Of future events
And impossible predictions,
Itching to take their time
Losing and scratching
Their pre-determined conviction's,
To really say nothing at all
But mostly, preparing us all
For that which will help them
Maintain and perpetually wield
Invisible power
And pre-determined
Hallucination's.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)

 



 

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