Calculated Madness

I paint myself in gasoline I dance in acid rain I close my eyes and speed through life I like to hydroplane. I like that caving in my chest- that sinking breathless feeling And jumping with no parachute I still can’t stick that landing I light charcoal at my doorstep, walk thru fires everyday. Sage my house but keep the windows shut to create some disarray With all of this I have control, my misery in practice I’d get a judges perfect 10 for calculated madness