November 19, 2009

Madness is a work of art

Madness is a work of art.
Fear and failure. Irritation.
Nothing becomes a voice--
a shout, a whisper, a scream.
It's a necessary waste of time.
These spaces must be filled.
I will call it music.

3 comments:

Paul said...

Another perfectly made tiny poem.

Gerry Boyd said...

perfect last line. bravo!

Agnes said...

Thanks, guys.