Madness

How do I get such ideas.
People, who can’t gauge
My madness, ask me.

I want to tell them about
Slithering tentacles
Seeking for extreme
Broken memories.

I want to tell them about
Crazy mole digging
Deep in the graveyard
Of forgotten love.

How do I tell them about,
Hours spent alone, chewing
On volumes of misfortune

Or Bottles I emptied to
Undo my exploits.

Or Startling humour
Overshadowing my agony.

How do I tell people,
Who can’t gauge this madness.
For some of us, this isn’t new.
For some of us, these
Ideas are timeless.