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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3305 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Madness Comes Calling Dale McLain You appear again on my doorstep, carroty hair, misbuttoned coat, that tilt-a-whirl look in your eyes. I am not, am not, your keeper. I’m almost crazy myself with this life that keeps mining my path. Good Lord girl, what do think I have for you? You come sniffing, begging, wanting scraps off my table. Now I am almost as thin as you, almost as gone. Our hearts beat with the same tainted blood, but you can’t see me with your madwoman eyes, can’t glimpse a thing beyond your own malady. Take your pills, leave me. I am not your keeper. On your way out look down- there at your feet, my bones. The marrow will give you a few more days. Do me the kindness of burying them when you are done. |
