Abstract antics make this mess seem sensible

I often wonder if this madness is self inflicted

I often scold myself for being so self absorbed

Still

I smile for disorder

even those distracted by a contrived mediocrity

shake loose the ridiculous

Who else besides the mad could traverse such an irrational world?

Practice makes it humble
Precision makes it extraordinary

My circle never stays stationary and confusion remains reclusive

Solidified by a life spent in limbo

Silenced by a jaw made mute with awe

They said my theory proved reckless and I except such a judgment

Why must I make these stable scenes shrink into obscurity?

Chance encounters of the chemically inclined

A sandbox youth I once knew

Stumbled into my space while shopping for citrus

He ask me when I lost my mind

I ask him what is time?

His reaction invited nothing

expressionless like saintly statuary

A self proclaimed speaker of jury junctions

Casually clustered for ones dismissal

A city full of strangers
designed for display

Buttons like diamonds
boots like an empty echo

Tube trance propulsion

shoulders crowded and snug

Ignore the madman arguing with nobody

Imagine what is said between his pauses

Fill the spaces left for disconnection

A smile for your stupor

I know it's an easy remedy for approval

I know some are more susceptible for the stumble

lacking the proper bulwark for such old world hysterics

Leave this one be

let him try his luck with despondency

Surely a fine tuned cynicism was his undoing?