After the wine and the good times, feelings, reality usually comes knocking; a harsh girl |
2010.04.30 – Dionysus Poem Broken down and disciplined The Lady stands, whip in hand She surveys the devastation taking form Slides one long, mocking glance across my world Crack! Hell on leather, ashen weather, and the thunder roars And suddenly the Gods came out to play She stands, whipped, surrounded by power and terror And a delicate display of curling hair Their rivulets playing beauty through the air A moment in her mind, so immaculate A misconception Abort! Abort! But the controls know their roles “Set for the heart of the Sun” Shining on, the next weekend is Creation Eden in Botanic Gardens Adam, meet Eve Jon, meet June And the moonlight dapples down Maybe this place, this Universe Is our Eden, charmed and cursed Our never-ending garden of delight Magic, and mystery; near-endless highs Spiralling, darkening, to the depths of the worst And paddle on, some strange beast inside me Fights at my will’s leash to be free To run devastation The wine of the times The whites of the lies As the night cracks and dies into the dawn We, beaten, salting wounds, thrash on In the grip of strings of words driving to get out The rabbit-hole, the wonderworld The Multiverse, and Her withering curses Down below we burn the Underworld Still we try, we’ve no need to learn She adjusts her corset, smoothes the leather gloves Blackest eyes, blackest lace, surrender feigning love Step up! Come, all ye who are faithful Gather round the pedestal; take a pew Redraw red-raw traces over dry skin Open up, glistening listener, he slides in We’ll fight for flight; hack with tooth and claw And decorate the caves of Lascaux With these pale reflections dancing on the screen Pallid imitations of the World is all we see All we need to feed the hopeful ghosts in our machines Rebirth, something new, something broken, something blue Ride the night, screaming wild, lightening fries the rules Misbehaviour, miss; missing your behaviour I remember the Technicolor light show When it danced across your body, nape to toe Sounds like the mountains are moving closer Molehill problems looming into focus You know, my kingdom’s fairly lonely There’s a chilling auger pressing to disown me Run your hands up her thighs And feel the skin Touch and taste, linger When she let me dip in I lay, seeing her framed in hair An immaculate perception Falling under the weight of time, time, time, time, time The monotone intones the fates before us Fly freely, and shine, above the clouds seen with her fawn eyes Contact, and then there’s such a long distance Gone, but she understands, whip in hand That we’re allowed to hold many loves in one And my Wonderworld rolls on, c’est Soleil She shines on and I wander home |