Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Form of a Collective Unconscious

Take the leap
Into waking up
A venture forgotten
By dreamers who by
Sheer mistake of misfortune
Found Dionysis in a trendy dive bar-
Deep in the heart of this pulsating mad house
Stuck with it
Drunk on it
This world barks like a dog on a chain
Like a death row juggernaut
Teeth bared for the super-ego to see
Soft flesh anticipating the drum solo
To come
All floor tom, tom cat floored

Back in hell where the heat is welcomed
Where soiled twenty dollar bills are exchanged for
Quiet secrets, and quieter lies
A procession like precession
Like slowly cascading highs and erupting pithy poison over Paris
Still a little left over
To shoot into the vein
A rush of amplitude invades chemical
Disorder

Skull stumbles, stilted sorrow
Wish for levity today tomorrow
A broken promise sifts through the gut
Unimpeded by driftwood born of booze
It gives nothing and takes everything:

Chin up, chin up.

The beaches of my mind sit across my knuckles
Like a bottle of whiskey on a bar top
Blow for blow this city has bested me
But for some reason, still
I come back for more

Time and time again
Like a child
Like a ghost

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