Madness

I didn't mean to break the bowl
really.
Just throw it.
Knock it around a little.
Maybe knock your skull in
a little.

But you have to understand
six days is six months.
and six months(hours,days)
is a long time
to be waiting for a long
phone bill.

alright,
maybe I meant to break the bowl
a little.
not to knock your skull in.
I mean, christ,
I like your head in my lap
too much.

if I meant to break it,
it was just to break
my soul out.
to get the madness out
get it out like you do
when you fire up your
whateverhorsepower engines
and roar out of town
out of my life
out of your life,
towards a life,
maybe her life,
or some dead life,
with the Boss
blowing out your speakers.

I can match your madness.
kerouac's madness,
bukowski's insatiable
madness.

My hands are too small
to break your heart
but I can break bowls
from here till Tuesday.