Crazy

Maurice Kaehler
2 min readApr 1, 2024

Crazy. Light burns on the tea candle. I scream. Naked in a blue tank top. Crazy. Gone crazy, crazy, crazy. So crazy. Now I gotta leave. Sinful. Purposeful. A daring cocktail mad with two olives. A martini crush. Elegance. Personified elegance. Elegance crush. Elegant crush. Dirty. Unsophisticated. Unable to speak. Tongue-tied with clothespins. I hide discomfort. What can I say. Soup. Sangria. Corn dogs and elegant fools. For elegant fools. Grime on arms. Smell of cattle. Where are your manners? Fool crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Releasing

Wise. Pound wise and dime foolish. Why not? Why the fuck not? Who can say what one doesn’t know? Cat scratch. Pencil scratch in journal scratch. Scratch in throat.

I miss you. I fucking miss you. Why have you left? Science is the new inquisition. Bury the kids. Bury the imagination. Whimsy and the five-year old. I’ve got the imagination. You’ve got the measurement. Now take a flying leap and fuck off.

Katydid. Sprightly. On call. Naked on the wall. Irina. Two drawings. Charcoal and oil. Sphere above. Tensegrity sphere. Candle burns. Tea light burns. Everything burns. Rage of fire. Rage of love. Rage of compassion. Any book that has “fierce” in the title, run away from. Raging experience. Raging passion. Raging. Raging. It’s all the rage. Complete. Enlightened. Endarkened. Enforced. Enjoining. Enjoy. Spreckels Sugar on Carquinez Straits. Liguria Bakery.

Outlets. Finery. One word. One word alive. One word stands alone. One is alone. Is alone. One alone. One the alone. Lone. A lone crying man. Cuts bone. Frightened to the bone. Such twirling. Frightened. Fright to the 10th power. It’s crazy. Crazy technique. Crazy horse and crazy dumplings. Break the trance.The diminishing patterns. Break it. Break it all.

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Maurice Kaehler

Comprehensivist, Writer, and Systems Thinker/Healer. My experience is my sutra and my body is my prayer.