Riding The River Rapids Of Madness

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Copyright © 2014 Marvin Thomas Cox
DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn
All Rights Reserved

Rivers of sweetest madness coursed rampantly through my mind,

—sanity a word torn from the pages of a cover-less old dictionary—
as drooling gibberish sprinkled the lips of my ever wagging tongue
for thoughts slipping in and out of reality as paranoia lights the way.

My twitching body lovingly awaits Rigor Mortis upon the floor,

as blood slows its spurting from the wound so gushingly gaping,
'til that soft exhaling sigh lowers my chest in emptying the lungs—
old memories play on as reruns behind dulled dilated pupil eyes.

Clenched fingers fall open in releasing death's grip upon the gun,
as rivulets of blood curiously explore crevices in the wood floor,
the house now so quiet but for the ticking of a clock on the wall—
a final curtain of darkness falling upon memory theater's reruns.

An inquisitive fly dutifully visits a lonely man in death's solitude,

depositing eggs soon to bring hungry maggot friends to the feast
of the rancid fallen who dare to ride the river rapids of madness—
leaving but scattered bones gnawed by rats in the months to come ...

(Written March 18th, 2014)