Sleep

I met a crazy man way down a long street,

Where other crazy men live, 

Where mad woman live as homeless as the night, 

I met a crazy man way down a long street

Over the voices of disquieted stars and a blood red moon

I listened to him speak

All the words came out at once

Spinning stories of his forever kingdom, where he is always young

He ruled the cracks in the sidewalks, so he said

The poison in his drugged veins were his subjects

What is forever young to the mad king of the streets?

I promised his mother I would look for her boy

Bring him back from his kingdom, away from the long street

Where she could feed him a warm meal

Clean his clothes

Let him wash away the soil from his skin

Let him sleep in a long bed till the drug demons in his head are no more

But he said he knew no such mother

He cried his true mother was as mad as a homeless night