He seeks reflection from the lower cast,
like a cat with nothing else to do.
Hard to deny him due affection.
He purrs with intellect and caste.

Loafing, loving,
charming, proving,
there is much to admire.

He inspires the world to push,
Time to heel,
Souls to fawn,
racing worry curbing to appease.

He is the light loafing loved,
beacon easily adored.
God speed.

excerpt from Mad Man’s Creed
by Laurence Vincent

His ears are stung running
in the cool cool rushes
of the purgatory wind.
He hears a lullaby she sings
faintly rising on the gusts.

She crests upon a hill
and blends into the hues
of the orange orange sky
against the blushing trees.
He is close enough to touch her now
but she is untouched.

She lies upon a bed
of freckled freckled weeds
and stares into the clouds.
Her father kneels and prays.
Tears of heaven and her father rain.
She sighs and fades.

excerpt from Mad Man’s Creed
by Laurence Vincent