in all the wrong places

insanity is in all the wrong parts of the world,
and the crash of a wave,
is not a lone sound,
but a thousand million simultaneous bubbles
going pop.

mental breakdown is rife.
but don't blame madness
- it's the world that's got the jive.
sociopaths run our unelected empires,
gambling labour hours and life insurance
in a rigged virtual market,
and half the world's greatest poets will have died illiterate,
never having had the chance
to set one word of ink against another.

why then shouldn't we cry at the skies?

oh insanity, how could you have been so misunderstood?
it is not always a breakdown,
but often a breakthrough
- a blitz of searing honesty!
not a glitch
to be put down
with sertraline
and a day's (unpaid) leave,
but a moment of clarity.
anything but drip-dry-compliance.

insanity is relative divergence.
it is escape,
it is survival,
it is digestion,
it is novelty,
it is love,
it is imagination,
it is the great quirk in the sky,
it is exploding mould,
the cracking of dirt,
the messy catharsis of desperate expression,
loose, mania,
a force, needing to be spun,

insanity can be an attempt at freedom.
insanity has been lost.
insanity is in all the wrong places.