Madman

madman
they're trying to kill you
cart along the pain carpet laid before you
toward a sudden turn left
another left
another left
a final left
and back by my window again
this is the kind of carpet that only gets higher with age and madness of memory
like a syrup of
never shoulda been born
a lava of
were you there when your mother died
a paste of
wondering what would happen if you just went right suddenly
a swamp of
wonder no more