Asylum Road

as if they thought
everyone along this street
was already a lunatic
unable to be driven crazy
all already are

to do madness, because mad,
they come through here

out of their minds
what they come to express
come through expressing

they imagine, already,
we’ve all lost our minds
whatever wretched they do
does not matter, would not matter

everybody out of their minds anyway
crazy day, crazy days, crazy hill

they might as well fence this area in
uniform us all, inmates, lunatic asylum,
too many to admit


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
8:38 a.m. 10/11/07