want to play a game?
I’ll even let you win, as if
it is all the
Roll these die, making sixes
Fall in love and call it a madness,
then fall out and find me a fraction of
its sanity lingering.
Witness true beauty,
Marry rage and sadness and say they’re not a family,
Wage your little war in the name of keeping peace,
and try not
want to start a fire with me?
Make an avalanche
of ant hills,
an ideology of
racking up the
There’s no blue pill or built in failsafe,
just rules I create to quarantine
until this little game outgrows us and I’m back to playing by
a madness all its own.