Somewhere, small spheres
Sitting on the floor, glaring round mirrors
Madness, rolling up to the lowest hinge on the door
Bouncing off and hiding in the corner
More madness, dropping off from the shelf
Knocking against Dumas and Hugo
The pages falling open
Just as the sound of a marble on the kitchen tiles
Stomped under the foot of a child
Then dashed across seams under the ledge of a cabinent
That overhangs like the entrance to a cavern mine
And outside, in the dimming light
Another flung through the window
Landing in the yard, where slobber slurps it up
And puts in back down beneath the tree
Half-buried with a bone
Madness, on the stairs
Climbing down to where they turn
Stuck in the hairs of the carpet
More madness, in the couch
Between the seat and mattress of the pull-out bed
And in the seas of the bathtub
Nestled in with the other toys
The treasure of a pearl tucked in an oyster clam
Sound of madness, clanking in the harbor of the vacuum cleaner
A bag of dust, coughing out the dirt back onto the floor
Chunks of dog hair, broom felts, and old food
Along with another piece of madness
And more madness, down in the garage
The old hunk of pinball machine
An extra ball for the next player
Starting up now, and 2x the bonus points
Madness leaping bounds, sliding zig and zag
Madness scattered everywhere from an empty bag
