waiting for the mania - a villanelle for michael.

elements of schizophrenia appear in my behaviour,
distant thunder trumpets an omen of a closer armageddon
and the saviour of our souls has lost his way.

since you went flying without me i cry unsad tears

at irrelevant moments while the true grief goes unmourned.
elements of schizophrenia appear in my behaviour.

i suffer a loss of consciousness due to the bastardisation

of the documentary form that is reality television,
and the saviour of our souls has lost his way.

st. john whispers in my ear, trying to defend himself

but his whining irritates, and i break out in a rash.
elements of schizophrenia appear in my behaviour.

sylvia did it one year in ten, turned it all into a

circus, then stood too close to the lion’s breath,

and the saviour of our souls has lost his way.

and the answer seems to be in the skies

(sun blind and scared of the dark, you went flying without me). 

elements of schizophrenia appear in my behaviour

and the saviour of our souls has lost his way.