The madness of places where you do not belong.
The alluring, toxic madness of new car smell.

In memorium

The madness of beloved friend and artistic cohort Fritz who blesst the void this week.
The madness of the pain and suffering that haunted him lo these many years.
The madness of his bent and twisted back that tortured his spine and muscle.
The madness of his tenuous grip on the reality of this world as his ailing body devoured his mind and spirit.
The sweet madness of the memories I carry with me of his great creativity and insight into the madness of the human condition.
The amazing madness of his creative abandon, and appreciation for the bizarreness of this all-too-often crazy world we live in.
The madness of last conversations with him, a ghost; a defeated ghost.
The incredible madness of his portrayal of "Dr. Hans Groper" for the camera in the short film "Camera Surgery".
The madness of my inability to save him from himself.
The madness of the love we will always feel for Brother Fritz as his molecules rearrange themselves and his spirit blesses the void.
The madness of it all....

The madness of mega big box chain store mania before Christmas
And the madness of Jingle Bells and Oh What Fun it is to ride

Ride ride ride out this madness out to the far fringes of the four dimensional universe where time stops and time never begins

The madness of dark clouds rolling in burying the sunlight when the days are too short but long cold and wet

The madness of cappuccinos and Mexican mochas and vanilla and chocolate lattes and sleek shiny new compacts and big SUVS

The madness of gift cards from Starbucks, Borders, Target and Home Depot

The madness of two days out of the year of good cheer and Silent Night and Away In The Manger when everything appears warm and friendly, generous and full of good hearts and compassion

The madness of Santa Claus hanging from the cross with a sign that says
Santa Claus died for your Master Card

And what ever became of Jesus anyway

The madness of car salesmen, especially ones named "Chik".
This guy was born to be a car salesman. Nothing else.
The madness of internal combustion engines and the madness of the need still.
The madness of walking into a car dealership and realizing that you have been abducted and instantaneously transported to an alien planet. The inhabitants
of that planet are not like you. Clever robots.
It's a land of shiny make-believe in a world of harsh realities.

Madness minutes miles meaning more moveable meanderings minus
mush minds mathematically mutated momentarily missing Mozart.

The madness of small spaces inside the crevices of my mind where I’ve left old memories behind that are slowly beginning to emerge from the depths of my consciousness

The madness of more rain beating down in the middle of the night and the cold winds and stormy afternoons and fir tree limbs snapping off

The madness of the old fat mangy long haired gray cat outside my door crying and whining for more food saying FEED ME FEED ME!!!

The madness of my old Toyota pickup using more oil and fuel and demanding more repairs to get from here to there

The madness of people coming and going in and out of doorways everywhere

The madness of the same old everyday routine and the old familiar streets I’ve been down too many times before

The madness of my pen running out of ink when the words finally come rushing out of my brain to put down on paper and then I lose the flow of thoughts like a river drying up and all the fish and birds dying.

My oh madness, madness of rat -a-tat-tat on the slumbering mind.
It's the rat-a-tat-tat of the political woodpeckers drilling holes in your head, looking for a vote.
Here's the mad deal I offer them: I'll vote for you if you vote for me.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Theat's where my 2:00 a.m. madness is at....