The Mad Dance
Rolling madly around
In Indian caprices
I dance on crazy green grass.
My head out of control
A misprint in a novel
Changing Aeon to Neon
Or rain to pain,
Laughter to Slaughter
In the passage of time.
The gaiety of dance
Leads the soul to the stars.
Mad high energy
From the soil of my magic garden,
Wrapped in blossoms
And the leaves of the hours,
Enduring the day
And savouring the night.
©2014 Jim Carroll
(1969)
