Restored By Madness
I saw the best minds of my generation
restored by madness of honest despair,
scribbling thousands of poems on flashing eyes
to reassemble shattered rose window dreams
from bombed-out cathedrals of betrayed faith,
leaping high on stages and table tops
in busy towns from sea to shining sea
at twilight in bright crowded coffee shops
and shout down roar of cars and radios,
and chanting visions of their aching hearts
to prophesy rebirth of blinded souls
who open iron door of prison bank
and follow winding path of signless road
on holy quest of truth to paradise
where blinded girl in tower of gold still sings,
while millions wander lost in Waste Land Mall
beneath black thundering clouds of howling winds
till gleam of light from torch of Liberty
may guide their steps to Hall of Broken Masks.
(2013)
