Mad issues

illusive voices
gently whispering
sweet sweet nothing

as some sweet
and semi sweet wines
wind the brain
like a wind
blowing wild
wild wild wild
crazy thoughts
deepening
thickening

the chill sets in
the brain is on fire
mad issues rising
this issues not letting go
this illusive lust
feeling like love
lust like this ain’t like dust
it is truly illusive
truly capturing
deceptively captivating
i succumb my resistance
and give in to this emotion
in a ditch filled with
soiled emotion
erosed by sexy motions
and lonely thoughts

the beat goes on
the beast sinks in
the mad issues rise
proportional to the heart beat
that is slowly giving away it’s grip
the lonely mind horny as a thorn
giving way to crazy dreams and desires
giving birth to lazy ideasabout to nest mad issues
tick tock, tick tock
the issues are mad.
this poem is mad.