Mad Moments

My life now for mad moments had!
The kind you know to be grand
The kind you have on the brink

Like that time we threw
Furniture
Off the strangers balcony
The music of mad moments is splintering furniture

Or that fire we built
And hoped not to control
The perfume of mad moments is smoldering tinder

And those times
When my smile
Came curled wicked
In the corners of my mouth
Those were mad moments too
and I want to taste them again!