transitory madness

just
under
the
skin
the you that echoes the actual
physical
scarring
that
shows
just at the very outset of your
supposedly
sane &
publicly
presentable
exterior, lies with you a problem
that
you
can’t
quite
fix---and yes, you try to work it
out
with
others,
both
those others selves within &
those
individuals
on
the
slashed & scattered outskirts (like
cracked
little
pieces
of
linoleum) but nothing seems to
work
when
everyone
has
the blatant sinister audacity to ask
if
something’s
wrong
but
to offer nothing in the way of ideas
as
to
how
one
might go about medicating any real
issues
of
which
you
yourself may in fact be concerned
about
to
the
utmost
extent---
alone & dwindling in the madsphere
of
things
you
find
a much better way to deal with it all,
found
now
solely
through
the expression of the self & its very
transcription
now
noted
visually
aurally
aesthetically
within your every blissful moments
of
what
others
observe
in
your own behavior when they smirk
with
condescension
saying
“this too shall pass.”