divine madness

I am caught between mirrors
                  while clowns with painted faces
reflections of the infinite
                  ignite the cobwebs in my head
surrounded by a heavy veil of darkness
                  with a continuous oratorical ramble
where lost souls roam the streets
                  citing some lame excuse
like rabid dogs in heat
                   for the ineptitude and incompetence
no bounds, no borders
                   perpetrated upon us
where wealth is accrued
                   a melodrama of words
and then wagered
                   beheaded and disemboweled
with delusions of deliverance
                   woven, spun, bound together
in the light of new ideas
                    a choreography of language
fused by logic and reason
                    inciting and inspiring
with natural instincts
                    these word and images
opposing out-dated moralities
                    twisting and turning in my brain
and decaying values
                    curl like a coital knot of snakes
a torrid entrapment
                    drowning in a stream
beneath the shadow
                    of consciousness
of the street corner gurus
                    a stagnant water, without any depth
singing the suburban blues
                     I turn off the TV
as these young lions roar
                    and write a poem.