Mad madder Maddest

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)
There are some nights
when sleep plays coy,
Everything will change.
The only question is
growing up or decaying.

We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine.
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other,
the end of a sure beginning.
I took a deep breath and listened
to the old bray of my cigarette.
I am.
I am.
I am

God topples from the sky
I fancied he'd return the way people said,
But I grew old and now I don't remember his name.
(I think I made you up inside my head)