The Mad Poet
When I was in college in 1990, I went to Hunter College in New York on an exchange program. I lived in the dorms and everyone had notepaper on their doors for messages. I began anonymously writing poetry on people's doors, identifying myself only as The Mad Poet. Rumors swirled for months before I was caught. Some of the poems were controversial. I kept a few that I will post here. This is my favorite.
Sight is disturbing,
Hearing is a curse,
Touch is disgusting,
Smell is the worst.
Taste is nasty,
Intuition is bad,
All these senseless senses,
Might make a poet
go mad.
go mad.