The Chonological Order of Madness

You of the filthy beard

Behind which

You hide most of your overbearing

Fear of fellow men.

How do you cope with death

In the shape of almonds?

Lessons of love in a bubble

While white angels

Stretch their patience overlong.

Someone skating

To the sound of a violin

While you’re shouting around the corner.

Why, oh why smug doctor man

Will time

Not always heal the wounds

Someone inflicted

Unthinkingly upon your random soul

While bored gods looked the other way?