"madness"
madness slow eludes men
anger slow delays me
and time is swift as micro chips
and love and luck and ugliness
screw each other in my soul
and infect themselves with jealousy
I remember, I remember
not so long ago
when the pages flew with genius wings
and the gin was good
and the gin was tequila
and the door was just a door
and it gladly let me out
and the poems flowed and rhymed
like a roaring mountain stream
I don't wear my cowboy boots anymore
and the bears in Lincoln Park
never catch salmon
the concrete is worn like a grave
before the bars of the wild things cage
and the steel is infused with rage
but our spirits
our eagle winged spirits
have been broken
like a whiskey bottle
like a drunken indian