I'm a Mad Psychopath

So many bipolar episodes, or rodeos, 
The cattle have been set free, yet I am
No longer bipolar & my heart won't 
Thump, ride the waves, or convey tears.

At first free, then sex with split undies
With a copy of my old flame, but He had
Spit fire in his eyes and it did a bad ass 
Number on me. 6 or 7 or 8.

What is my pathology?

Dark, mysterious, sexed AND damn personable,
I'm addicted to it all AND sugar, a natural
Whore to it All.

Mad? Yes, Almost too smart for that.
My heart intelligence in the gutter, the mind
Is a buzz with serious "Stuff".
Less mad than the affluent even, but still 
Need a briefing to get out of this hell hole
Of Speculation.

Spies. Clones. God. Salvation. Drinking
Blood & Mixed Drinks. Torrid everywhere.
Did I miss God's grace for the Judgement?
I was ready. I was worried no one Else was.

And now Here I am.  What is my PathOlogy?

Engulfed in Madness, Unmoveable Heart.
Not able to shed a tear. Not able to be moved.
Safe but frozen. Grateful, fearful but fearless.
Angry, Tired. Ready to Move to the Country.

Someone kiss me quick. Make magic happen.

ps.  At least I can still write a poem. Thanking God.


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