Madhouse

Madhouse 

A hundred thousand fractured lovers beckon–

Passion caught in a bottle– like lightning. 

Pre-packaged, yet-to-be-loved;

May rolling thunder come yet. 

Bareface upon bare-chested beauties–

Shackled to the animalistic, 

Slave to Man, Man to slave;

May rope bind this mortal coil. 

Frigidity within truth of falsities–

No consequence but all desire,

Warmth does not bless silicone;

May it find a beating heart. 

While blood pounds and pools–

Waves crashing upon breakwaters,

They stay in place. Uncaring. Unloving;

May shame melt away.

And into a heedless infinity 

Do we cross; meeting pitch darkness.

Illuminated only by the accusatory

Scarlet aurora borealis. 

9 November 2023