Crazy
A Poem

Crazy walks in looking causal in a three piece suit, silk tie and shoes; looks normal, like the guy at Diary Queen, flipping burgers, walking his dog, sending cards to his girl on Valentine’s Day.
Nothing strange, nothing that shouts, “I hate the world”, not that we can see, No shattered lives tattooed on a body that tans like ours, swims like our does, in a community pool, with summers spent laughing and hanging out with friends, that grew up working 9 to 5 at Ford plants here and there.
Crazy smiles only slightly different than normal, no twisted lips, scars across the face, cut from dreams shattered early in life, that haunts, torments in sleepless nights, days spent wishing change would sweep away all the pain that we can’t see, can’t tell is any different than our own.
It dwells in the hearts & minds of the average, then turns dark when it doesn’t hear the mating call of despair and dissent,
Crazy is simply crazy on hot summer nights, cold mornings lost in traffic, in the line at Walmart searching for cheap socks, It doesn’t lean against virtue, breath in reason or hear justice whispered through clenched teeth on subways, It just is.
Joe Luca is writer and editor for ILLUMINATION and a published author and writer of children’s stories, short fiction, non-fiction articles, screenplays and poetry. Publications include Child’s Life, Children’s Playmate and others. There are some other articles below — have a read. And thank you for stopping by.
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