An Expression of Madness

I walked the edge of reason beneath the carnival lights
and a full moon rising in a star filled night.
The losses were amazing and the weather was hell
but I made it back alive.

She stared at me in anger as I raised my arms against her strike.
A crazed woman lost in the rage of her sight. Wet black hair across her eyes, a screaming terror of hallucinogenic fright. From out of nowhere she came, then back into nowhere and out of sight.

It was a lucid dream in a broiling hell beneath a full moon and world flooded with carnival lights. Focus unclear but angels abound,singing a chorus of atonal sounds,banging of drums and bleating of horns, scratching of screens and crashing of glass, howling of dogs and screeching of cats.

Then the soft sounds of guitar strings and melody of song, soft light glaring into the window as a street roars by in the dark and nothing is remembered but the silence,the eyes, the moon, the band, the angels,the cats and the dogs,without order or structure, or sequence, only an expression of madness.

L.A.Steel