Mad

Big mouth never closes,
gulping air to chew the words—
hole in my face gapes open,
a nest of chattering birds.
Spittle runs bubbly
down rivers wide and deep—
glazy eyes hide
secrets I most want to keep.
Canines glistening
on an epiglottal stage—
my tongue is the dancer
of my operatic rage.
Sounds of fury nervously
vibrate my teeth—
now I’ll never stop
’less my breathing ever cease.

Mad

Crockpot

Joined November 2007

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Artist's Description

Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.

©1993

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