Poem: Just Perfectly Too Much

Gene Wilder never hides, he basks in madness on the screen. His pain is there, for all to hear – his eyes are kind, his soul

was lost. He spent his time deceiving as a clown. Because all the while he was retrieving the parts of him most people

are too scared to know, too frightened to find. Too worried to believe were ever lost. Gene Wilder danced a manic…