Asylum Jaunt
A crossroads in my life,
I remember it well,
Mundanity one way,
A tiresome future,
A pointless existence,
Eccentricity over yonder,
The way of the top hat,
The path of the face-paint,
I chose the only path I could,
Now I jaunt along it,
A cane in one gloved hand,
And a pen in the other,
A jester marotte in my pocket,
My top hat standing tall,
A capricious design upon my face,
Where my grin goes,
Kaleidoscopic and macabre images follow me,
There can be no end to the madness,
This procession of the asylum continues.
WorldofHarley 
Congratulations on your poem. Your imagery is very good and there’s a real sense of energy to the lines. My favourite is ‘eccentricity over yonder’ it put me in mind of a fairground of the unusual and peculiar over on a far hill 🙂
Haha! That’s more or less exactly what I was going for. Thank you very much, I’m glad that you liked it. 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin