The undercurrent
the detached voice.
The mad doctor’s hand moves compulsively
and as compulsively they give him a pen.
And as compulsively they give him a sheet
of paper. And now he is writing.
Soon the marks become words
and soon they can be read
as sentences. Soon the sentences
are pages of thought.
Compulsively they read it.
Bind them with ribbon and
move into date order. Mean
while on the other side of town
Evil Boss of Crime speaks compulsively
and as compulsively they listen. And
as compulsively they work to the words To
the dot to the T.
Course to path the voice followed the pen
and an empire of crime was written. Madness spelt
the way for a vocal life, everyone
wants a vocal life like
mine.
Too loud too bare for each own
ears, the ship sunk and the voice leaked
away. Madness turned cloudy and ate itself
now to be found daily, tearing
the paper that poached it
