Complaints of the World Pass Away

Complaints of the World Pass Away

The often vaunted and much guarded sickness of a thousand times and places

labels the mad what they are doing and saying, no more, no less.

A world that does not have the kind of mind that madness entertains

is a place misshapen and wasted.  The new creation of men and women who say otherwise

is ever blooming with us in this nation’s lost but best hope for a desolation totally wasted and consumed.

Through the life of this world and its people, trusting this new absolute

which waters the flowers that govern the graves of the mad, a new world begins.

– Scott McLay Forbes

 

I wrote this poem in response to Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.”  I felt that his excellent poem needed something more, someone who has known starvation and hysteria, telling his truth.