Madness

corners of rooms shed no light
to those sitting in them,
walls move endlessly back and forth
closing in when the time is right
backing off with the light,
ceilings lower to meet the floor
the floor disappears in confusion,
strobing white lights pulsate
with the fancy tunes from outer space,
violating the inner space
in which I spend my days...
meals on wheels roll by without
to hear my request, forcing me to
eat the air that surrounds me.
desolate and destitute are we
who live in this environment,
wearing clothes from the wrong
tailor, sleeping with Pinocchio and
all his minions like fish in a
large pond that shrunk overnight...
we look into the heavens and see
the devil and into hell we stare and
see all the glorious angels who
have finally come to save us,
taking us home where we belong.

May 21, 2025