All poets are insane

You cannot tell me otherwise

I am convinced

that all poets are insane

and the best poetry

comes from the craziest brains.

Loose bolts,

dangling screws,

create openings

for metaphors to ooze through.

I am convinced

that all poets are insane,

telling stories

of animus fights and inner demons slain.

Personified nightmares

impatiently standing behind

curtains of imagery,

eager to dazzle the audience’s mind.

I am convinced

that all poets are insane

and the sane world

no longer their domain.

Company kept

by syllables and verses,

endless ink

and torn pages.

I am convinced

that all poets are insane,

for no one else

would dare say the same thing again and again.