The lunatic is in my room,
I never thought he’d find me so soon
The lunatic is in my chair,
Running his fingers through my hair
The lunatic has slept in my bed,
If only I could remember what he said
The lunatic is watching my TV,
His hand resting on my knee
The lunatic is wearing my clothes,
What is it he thinks he knows?
The lunatic is using my pen,
He’s toying with me again
The lunatic is trying to make me cry,
Showing me he’s no longer afraid to die
– 2 January 1993 / Gießen, Germany
Written 24 years ago after listening to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall one too many times.
John W. Leys is a 44 year old disabled US Army veteran, husband and father. He’s been making up stories (and sometimes writing them down) for as long as he can remember and has been writing poetry since he was 14 years old. His favorite poets include Lord Byron, Ted Hughes, Allen Ginsberg, Catullus and Bob Dylan. In his spare time he enjoys fishing, reading philosophy, and playing his ukulele.