That darkness in your eyes
mirrors mine and that crowd
in your head
multiplying like quicksilver
dropped and stomped
gleaming like judgment
I’ve seen it too

It’s hard to exorcise
things that are real and unreal
their weight measured in neurons
clinging like cobwebs

you may think about
cutting them out
razor lines across your delicate skin
that won’t let them out
just convince them to stay in
because maybe crazy
is the basis of your brain baby
crazy as defined
by what others shun
but you can use to build on

it’s a struggle
when you don’t see yourself
in others, just read
an edict in their eyes
to give you the Big Shun
smell the pitch burning
as they light up your torches
but you’re the beacon kid
you’ll be the twist on the original
they’ll all wish they were
in thirty years
when the scars of youth
are varnished over by success

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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