Jul 2017
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS
I cut my self
out of the mirror.
My reflection
tinkles to the floor.
I sweep up
these shards of self
with red
dust pan and brush.
Well, that's enough
of this
me
for the moment.
I think to
my self
and wander off
to find
the me
I have
yet to be
discarding
what I have been
reading
Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
I cut my self
out of the mirror.
My reflection
tinkles to the floor.
I sweep up
these shards of self
with red
dust pan and brush.
Well, that's enough
of this
me
for the moment.
I think to
my self
and wander off
to find
the me
I have
yet to be
discarding
what I have been
reading
Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
***
Tears for Fears MAD WORLD comes on the radio as I fall out of my(self)and death guts my world whilst reading A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
"Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes / I travail'd madly in these dayes of madnes."
"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow."
Tears for Fears MAD WORLD comes on the radio as I fall out of my(self)and death guts my world whilst reading A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
"Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes / I travail'd madly in these dayes of madnes."
"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow."
