Flashback Friday Poetry: Crazy

my last and final thoughtless dream
before i awake from this sleep
is the reason i’m brought to this place
to see why i despise my face
they poke and prod and rape my mind
but to this day nothing they find
they give me pills to make me nice
and feed me this horrible rice
so stuck here in this mattress-ed room
i’ll give them their answer very soon

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Tuesday Poetry: I Am the Laughing Man

This laugh it did consume my thoughts
The sound echoed everywhere
But I never could find the source
Something told me the laugh was real
I feared I would never find proof

I woke one night sweating – panting – 
A night terror I often had
I sensed someone was in my room
The lights revealed only silence
Was this laughter all in my head?

Months passed and I ignored the sound
I had almost forgotten it
When I first saw the laughing man
A grin as wide as an ocean
His was always the laugh I heard

He followed me everywhere
I thought no one else heard his noise
But he was there and he was real
I confronted him one dark night
He bit a chunk out of my neck

Then I became your laughing man

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.