There’s a Poem in There Somewhere



How does it feel to love a madman?

I can’t even tell you the method
Behind the madness or the reason for it;
The song in my heart is without a melody,
And the harmony likewise took the day off.

There’s a poem in there somewhere,
But I don’t know if I’ll write it.

I sat with you on the phone
While doing my laundry;
I hope I didn’t tire you out too much
On my trips to the basement and back.

There’s a poem in there somewhere,
But I don’t know if I’ll write it.

How does it feel to love a madman?
I never did get a straight answer from you.

Maybe someday, I’ll stop being so mad and
Go for something different,
But at least I have something to do with my hands
To keep from reaching into my head and
Yanking the brains out
Just to see if I could unwrap it,
Strand by strand,
And then see how long the thread would run.

There’s a poem in there somewhere…

© 2006 by Robert E. Blackwell