A black and blue ***** solitude
that falls off the side of the couch
Stasis evoked by strident abandon
Nightshade drips from your mouth
As you begin to slide and slither down the drain
you imagine a sailboat at night
An insouciance glide atop water
your dilapidated plight

I will not be afraid
To speak my mind
And to shout my heart's love

I nary wish to hide my penned
And quoted phrases, hidden in
My nonsensical rhymes, symbolic speech
No, I shall not let my words beseech

The sanctity of openness,
The sacred land of free excess,
My page, my land, looked for with care
Where I may lay my feelings bare.

Bring forth the peering eyes, behold!
A treasury of stories told
Within the madman's wealthy rhymes,
Looking forward, or back in times.

My heart is free, my soul unhinged,
My mind consumed by thoughts less grim.
All thanks to the Muse's daughter, sweet,
Within my mind, fear I defeat.