john harms
my insanity
Here I grow my insanity.
I water it every day.
Some days often,
other days not at all.
My insanity has many vines,
stretching out to grab anything
or anyone in reach.
Leaves as large as my hands,
pretty flowers with such sweet smell.
It’s my insanity,
my sweet insanity.
Would you like some –
a fresh cut flower,
or a seed of your own?