The Mad CirclesA Poem by WhilesThe lunatics come out and shake by the light of the full moon the lunatics come out at night the lunatics howl and claw at the gagging spoon a lunatic puts up a fight
peyote eyes and mercury breath and too-low dopamine the lunatics have chemicals they grin and gape and high-pitched scream when they spy the brain-saw © 2008 Whiles |
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