billyfivecrows

Dionysus In Retrograde


I broke in
To the heart of a friend

(I'm beginning to see
The key was civility

Crumbs of buildings
In her pocket

Bread of where we lived...)

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Kabuki escargot.

Spanish Dublin.

Eiffel Tower succulent.

Abject perennial.

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Mistake: Covetous of the tactile

Not mystified.


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Christ, your
Ghost. Christ

Your ghost.

Christ of

Appointed muscle.

Cleptomania.

Apollo

At the opera

Wishing
He
Could
Just

Scream...

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Now the hills themselves are dancing.
Heart so still makes it simple to conceal.

It's a memory or a history, a mystery
Or a thrill to discover the ill antidote

Heals itself (Now the mind curls around
Ear, bald time and the stubble of moments,

Slouching beard and a belly full of reason.
Treason to know it, but there are no rules.

Wasn't that the point?

The revelry of fools...