"The Troubles of the Hippocampus"
I,
Could not help that I was different no more,
Than
H. H.
Holmes could resist his urges for
Clean bones
And
Money
Hotels and
Women
I could not resist the thrill
Lust
For
Words that made sense to no one else
But
In my mind, they were just fine
I,
Could not help but feel just
As lonely as Jeff,
But
On a table
My partners wouldn't lay
Wouldn't stay
For a minute near the empty cartons
Near
The drum
In which the beat
Of my own heart
Is played
And played
Over and over again
I could not control
The
Plain and simple fact that my mind is wrong
My
Thoughts
Too dark, too out of control
Let there
Be forgiveness for my illness
Or
Am
I just mad, or is madness disabling
That I am not sure of
If
There is a devil in me
If
It can be tamed
I hush my thoughts with ink and paper
I try
To
For a while.
