Locus

Awaking from my evening nap,
I think I've lost my thinking cap;
I reach a place, a hole in space
Where sense and nonsense overlap.

I think I've found a new dimension,
A locus of my own invention;
Where structure ain't, there's no constraint,
And I'm too old to pay attention.

My madness takes uncertain form,
I drink iced tea to keep me warm;
I spent my sense; my recompense?
Here chaos is a social norm.

Insanity in many guises,
Jumbled colors, shapes and sizes:
The world, it seems, is muddled dreams,
And madder than one realizes.

And now I leave this place behind,
The locos of my troubled mind.
And my next stop-- the coffeeshop--
To seek my marbles, and unwind.

- DBN

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