My brand of madness

My madness is quiet that way

except some nights when I give up

my cats come to lick my face

run away at the hint of salt

My madness is deceptive that way

it speaks in stutters of wisdom and gaiety

lovers see glitter and come near

smell the swaying plank and hide away

My madness is not madness that way

and no one believes my when I say

life is chaos; life is plain

and my madness eats away at ….