Borough of Lost Boys

you expressed i was crazy via phone call from your shithole in the lower east side (on 13th street and 2nd avenue). – 28 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

*

-unstable-

*by someone who’s accepted it*

(frankie leone, just a man)

*

*no one see the world

with the same conviction 

as the mad man

-

figments of his imagination

hurricaning his view of the world

-

emotions rocketing through him

with the intensity of a dangerous narcotic

-

envisioning

a revolution of thought

epic love

and a different future

that may or may not be coming

-

but belief is reality

-

and men like him

have unwavering faith*

*

*the madman walks

the streets of our city

-

a city with shiny skin

bittersweet fruit

and the potential 

to put someone to sleep forever

-

he feels

thinks

sees

smokes

fucks

screams

laughs

cries

loves

hates

and believes

-

like no other*

*

*his hope is only 

to see something different

-

a choice that isn’t his

-

because as he sees our city

through a gritty kaleidoscope 

-

images of saints

sinners

good

bad

and ugly

-

ghost dance through his psyche

to a torturous melody

-

but it’s fucking beautiful

-

and even though

he may yearn to give it away

-

it’s his

and no one can take it from him*

*

*when he speaks

his words may make a good listen

-

in madness

there is chaos

-

and all things worth witnessing

emerge from this condition

-

so it may not be unwise

to pay heed to the madman

-

just in case he’s right

because

after all

-

what do you believe in?*