something from the corner

Madman Across the Water

There is a corner of my mind where no one has ever gone with me. They don’t even know what I keep there and I never turn the lights on for them to see. I close my eyes when I visit there because I know my way around like a blind man in his own living room. Sometimes I go there to dance, sometimes to just sit and think, and invent ideas, those things most people get from outside their minds. I do take what I hear and blend it to come up with wider visions, darker visions than what most people want to admit exist. This life is surrounded by darkness and it scares the hell out of most people so they turn their back to it and look for anything to hold onto, things like religion, drugs, their own crayola box thinking, and it fails them in the end.

So this corner has all the truth I have ever encountered, the preverbal good, bad, and ugly. I like to look it right in it’s third eye and smile…..that scares the hell out of it.