The Mad Conductor

To the famed influencers of my pen

I write to you in fear

I write to you unsure of what lie ahead

Set a blaze to always be sitting in the fire

The experiences that crushed me below never-ending worry

My rambling feet wondering when the mad conductor will yield

This wild purple fire of passion thrusting through each cataclysmic explosion

My pen wiggling in wild quickness

Goes the mad poets thoughts to page

Wishing

Hoping

That jack and Allen approve

Seeing all I can see through time and chance

Opportunities and generosity are curses to which I bare

Like a badge of honor with scars do I wear shredded upon my chest

For all to see

I write to tell my tales

I write to say it me

Sincerely

The Mad Poet