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 death row incarnate

Mouth bearing teeth for the super-ego to see
Soft flesh anticipating the drum solo to come
All floor tom

Tom cat floored
Just another night amongst the sidewalks
He welcomes hell where the heat is a fixture

From the front porch I can see the horizon inflamed
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! Old boy"

The beaches of my mind scattered across my knuckles
Shards of glass dig into the bone

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