Thin Lines
The distinction between mad men
and genius is publish-ability. My brilliance
a fine honed blade- don't go there, don't
think about it. There is a boy
who holds me tight, whispers
"You are worth more to me alive
than dead." His voice unheard
beneath the memory of myfather.
Even mymother was gently
disappointed. Is this blindness- the dark
that descends over my world- the end of light-
heartedness? I am made deaf
by compliments always paid behind
my back, unable to get past the lines,
the distance that exists in myself.
When the brilliant lunatics begin
to make sense, learn to fear.