Drunken Lexicon

I have somehow drunk

of that heady drink of modern consumption

viscous with fear

and am now tipsy with anxiety ridden platitudes

directed at a dusty mirror

?

Did the pathetic and cowardly nibble upon

my knuckle whilst I slept

siphoning from me in Zombified fashion

my passion - my ability to charge

headlong with abandon

into realms of beauty

where epiphanies shimmer on

crystalline waters undulating

through my cerebral labyrinth

firing synapses and blueprints for revolutions of evolutions

?

Am I mired in the mundane sludge of twisted moralities

impaled upon the sharp rocks of dirty laundry

shamed by the father of patriarchy

fucked by my own self-doubt

kneeling before a plastic Barbie doll effigy of womanhood

Perhaps. But no more.

My tainted goblet is hurled yet full

into the fiery fury made of petrified souls

burning in a hell of their own making

I choose to soar

with eagles and angels

I choose to dream

with Comets and Kali

I choose to dine

with lion philosophers and mystical musicians

I choose to belly laugh

with pirates and Buddhas

I choose to dance

with ravens and raving beauties

I choose to sing

"Rasputin" with bare-chested physicists

semi clad in fine furs

I choose to run

with tame wolves and wild children

I choose to ride

fearlessly upon Bucephalus and my consort

galloping forth

into the fractally ripening cosmos

within me

I choose to make love to Apollo

to be ravished - taken

in sun showered bliss

and cosmic cummings

I have somehow drunk

of my own divinity

set down your plate

of braised ego

and taste me

Generously pour

from your brimming vessel

I long to savor

your elixir upon my lips

To us!