A little bit mad

A little bit mad.
Looking at the floor.
At the dirty asphalt.
Without seeing.

A little bit mad.
Looking at his hands.
Fingers moving
like fantastic creatures.

A little bit mad.
Looking at the horizon.
Promised.
Postponed.
Stolen.

A little bit mad.
Looking at the moon,
showing lustfull
with her cloak of cold and shadows.

A little bit mad.
Wipping away his tears
with the dirty border of indifference.
(When tears were.)

A little bit mad.
Swallowing prinde
and dignity
to eat.
(And for dessert, distrusting.)

A little bit mad.
Because sanity is expensive
and he can not afford it.
Because sleeping warm is expensive
and he can not afford it.
Because talking to people is... hard.

A little bit mad.
Because lonelyness and cold
have infected
his willing for life.

A little bit mad.
Looking at the floor.
At the horizon.
On a bench.