THE MAD ONE’S KEEPER


I SEE ART THROUGH A GLASS OF APPLE JAX BEFORE ME.
I DISCREDIT THE WORD STOP.
THIS IS MY SORROW,
MY CONFUSSION,
MY LIFE.
WILLING OR NOT I’VE LOST THE FOCUS OF THE LIE.
I STAND BY,
WATCHING THE WORLD COLLAPSE,
THE ELDER HAS FALLEN WITH IN SLICK BATH.