A Map to Your Madness
Converse sneakers, red like a bloodstain
against grey gravel,
pace under the bridge.
Follow the handprints of wolves
in the bone dust to the vultures
on yawning car hoods.
Smell malice in the air like a sea breeze
speckled with the salt of sweat and the copper of blood.
Watch the freckled face of a rabid man
squirm with violence. Connect the dots
on your own face. In broken side view mirrors,
search for a map to your madness.
Trace the cracks until your fingertips bleed.
See nothing – only hear the squelch of your heart like a countdown.
Duh dah, duh dah, duh dah
Converse sneakers, red like a bloodstain
against grey gravel,
pace under the bridge.
Follow the handprints of wolves
in the bone dust to the vultures
on yawning car hoods.
Smell malice in the air like a sea breeze
speckled with the salt of sweat and the copper of blood.
Watch the freckled face of a rabid man
squirm with violence. Connect the dots
on your own face. In broken side view mirrors,
search for a map to your madness.
Trace the cracks until your fingertips bleed.
See nothing – only hear the squelch of your heart like a countdown.
Duh dah, duh dah, duh dah
