Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Poem: I Madman


I, madman
That I am.

I, the lyricist of pondering
Amongst the people wandering
For gold and gifts,
Searching a language
Of nothing.

I, madman
That I am.

I, of course,
Perform a task
Of study
Knowing little,
Drawing weary
Of messages and apologies.

I, madman
That I am.
I, the saint of confessionism,
The artist of experimentalism,
And the gatherer of contradictionism,
Am no madman
At all.

©1998, 2009 Torrence King. All rights reserved.

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