In Bed with Schizophrenia Edit 1 Rowens (both of them), true and I think billy

[Keith]

You have captured well the dreamscape of madness and roll us throught it with some great images, I have a couple of nits that I will point out / question but I have enjoyed this poem and will again.

This madness never knows it’s mind, nor tempts me with it’s sanity. Do you need its twice ?
I live beside the constant cliff, the sleep-fall step, the rising flood great images
that sweat makes fear. This is the way of doldrum day
and pointless night.

I turn towards unfocussed walls and slip the knot that tethers me;
then having loosed the Golden Cord I shuffle off the hangman’s hood why are the walls unfocused if you cant see ?
that kept me calm. Freed falcon, now, a bird of prey,
I take to flight. smooth transition, dream like

Dark air beneath, above me… void; in wind-rushed circles, I am free
but for the wing that brushes close! The binding twin’s familiar blood
that pumps through me (a heartless pulse in corpse of clay),
will bleed me white. this is creepy but v good

So madness writes another play, another grasped reality.
I cannot hold on long enough to grip a dream, I never could
that transit make into the day. I don,t understand this but could just be me
In feared false dawns we slide away
back to our plight. strong finish

Tectak
2013