The Crazy Me

The Crazy Me

I went crazy.

I chased
And was chased.
I caught
But was not caught.

I knew where the shadows lay.
I knew the difference
Between a dead end alley
And a thoroughfare.

I understood the difference
Between a kiss
And a promise.

I never cried
And I never honored tears.

Tears are to a woman
As flame is to an arsonist.

I had my crazy years.
I had my reasons.

Reasons are to a woman
What scat is to a bear.

The Crazy Me
Lurks within this button down shirt
Creased slacks
And shiny boots.

Oh, yes
The Crazy Me is suppressed

But alive.

He is to me
What truth is to her.