madness sat on
his head like an
an ill fitted crown
i wondered if he
was new to our
town as people
sanctimonious
looked at him
frowned as he
scraped his legs
drunkenly off
the ground ,,
his mind in rusty
chains bound
he was searching
for hope as he
looked around
his face burnt
brown ,, another
of our city's urban
clown with every
picture a new story
found what goes
up must come down
metaphoric musings
minus sound ...
