What is it?

Who composes it?

Undoubtedly
someone
or a cadre
craft words,
xxxrhythms,
xxxxxxrhymes,
xxxallowing us
xxxand forcing
xxxme
to reconsider the images
xxxbeyond the text
xxxxxxthe graphic
xxxand interpret
the dark from the light
xxxthe evil from the good
xxxxxxthe mundane to the sublime
whether it is written in old style feathered pens
xxxor scrawled in blunted pencils
xxxxxxon the pink padded walls of the asylum?

Days, weeks, or years later
xxxtheir insane raving
xxxxxxor common sense notions
xxxeventually hit me
right between the eyes
xxxbecause
xxxI
xxxseldom hear
xxxthe sudden impact
of the chords of a fruitful melody
xxxthat once were scrambled egg thoughts
xxxxxxtranscribed into parsed emotions
xxxleft for dead on filthy bus stop benches
by the bards of our times,
xxxthe ones in each of our
hearts.