The little mad man who lives upstairs!

My neighbour, whose little flat lies directly above me,

Whom I hardly ever get to see

Or hear from for that matter,

Until he goes into one of his mad fits!

I usually have a few days of peace and quiet

Before a bee ruffles his hornet and he gets all hippity.

He starts to mutter and fidget at first, and then to thrash

I usually just ignore him, 

Just pretend he’s not there, 

Pretend I can’t hear him, shut him out

Then he starts to pound and scream until I can’t bear it any longer,

Until I have no choice other than to open the little door

And let him out, let him come crashing down the stairs

With all his madness 

Like a whirlwind,

Wreaking havoc in his wake,

Celebrating his freedom through my fingers

Like a storm flying over paper,

I pour him out, every last drop of him,

Let him run free as the words flow

Only then can I have some peace,

Only then is it silent and serene again upstairs,

Upstairs in my head…

…until he gets mad again

And I just have to let him loose,

Pick up my pen…