a pinch of madness

insane notions of a poet, sorcerer
a singer of peculiar songs
rhythmic, vain ideations
one who conjured strange creatures
from the cauldron of creation

over and beyond this threshold
you partake of leisures
sound and sultry syllable
lessons, lectures, laughters
the lesions of wounded minds,
weary with the weight of life
giddy with the youthful joys
of the coil-sprung death instrument
cosmos and its temporal, jittery stasis

tune in to mad frequency of the hatter's harp
feel feathery quill between your fingers,
scratching soft illusions of underworld cathedrals
onto digital parchment, binary scrolls of data
into thousand, orb-like eyes of the argus

place your nefarious left hand into nebulous, darkened grab bag
of glasslike candies and venomous serpents

here you will know not, quilted comforts of certainty
only gambler's thrill, wanton abandon
mercurial mirth whispered into ear

tipping for the tune, speaking of the rhyme
receive the song, bartering the verse of a dime
witch ways abounding in universe of sound
words walk here like men
men speaking lessons
instructions in the arts
summoning demons

demons who cut
doorways in the daylight

doors through which only angels may pass

angels entering into the earth
making oddly-perfumed flowers
flowers blooming
children
revisiting all birth
under
cold rocks
of winter

children who spend their time
slaughtering gods for sport,
beautiful, terrible gods
that bleed dying stars

stars
using up all
last, tortured
breath

spitting
dust
and
light

you