Enter Crazy Head Space

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John Steinbeck, Cannary Row: “How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise- the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream be set down alive? When you collect marine animals there are certain flat worms so delicate that they are almost impossible to capture whole, for they break and tatter under the touch. You must let them ooze and crawl of their own will onto a knife blade and then lift them gently into your bottle of sea water. And perhaps that might be the best way to begin- to open the brain - and let the stories crawl in by themselves."

Enter Crazy Head Space

Here we celebrate the damaged mind

Let your quirks run rampant

Let your thoughts run free as you unwind

We have all been labeled with disorders,

Symptomatic clusters naming mental strife

We've been analyzed, observed,

Hospitalized and medicated just to join this life

Enter Crazy Head Space

Here the norm is that there is no norm

The fringe becomes the center, calm ceases, we'll await the storm

The incongruence of trying to act like a normal person