Mother's, Maniacs and Madelyn

	The band filled the room
	the dancers piled on top
	of one another
	and there were about Ten
	Thousand Maniacs
	We all rocked and bumped
	in Mother's bosom
	the coffin lay across billiards
	tales spun in barber's chairs
	tails spun in barbarous
	motion; emotion waxed
	and waned with
	dischordants and melodies
	interwoven in the dark
	the clear sweet strands
	rarely understood withstood
	the percussion and
	rose above to pierce
	my heart and profound
	the Tension
	strangers we all
	bumped delirious
	Madly Natalie twirled
	Natalyn Madelyn twirled
	Madelyn (Natalie shrieking)
	bubbling Madelyn
	My Madelyn
	we all bumped like
	Blessed Beasts and Children
	between the breasts
	of our
	Mother's.

	  -- C.R. Patton