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I have consumed

all the poisons

drool running down chin;

the vines; the tablets;

the mushrooms of Mexico;

and all the bitter and sweet liquors

and I have been consumed

by fire; a burning

passionate fury of light

Rapturously I have pursued

the avenues of absinthe

I have plundered the fortune

and felt the snake slide

and it has not been all

that pleasant of late

but the fever is still raging

and ravaging the villages

In November I gulp

lustily the thicker, darker lager

and I ply my trade

and gain nothing but sameness

Intrigue in solitude and wilderness

enter the field of imagination

Wild; desperate in searching

I arrive at the unknown land

to discover it is fully colonized

and occupied by computer beings

and the asphalt God of Toyota

have been slain then resurrected

Shrugged the seraphim, “We know not.”

but the imps cowered in night

and Aztec ruins were siphoned

out of ancient sacred land

usurped by the conquistadors

promising both bread and wine

hither though we set off

for the wild mystic Orient

in search of oral gratification

and Chinese opium dens of thought

but the ship will never set sail

We’ll hide desolate ashore

Shooting marbles on a corner

and sifting through girly mags in the store

but through it all the ire of Gods

and heavens above and Hell below

In the passing moment of truth

falsity was stripped away

and wings of destitute angels flew in

and cornered the market

on the souls of young toddlers

so the hopes of the young lads

are dependent on liberation

The soul has wandered adrift

and afar the hopes did float

but in passing and travelling

they have gone full circle

and come right back

to the place they all began

Structural restrictions of form

and crashing spirits of saints

but the severe tang of thought

is exorcized from the heart

the ends are truly beginnings

and beginnings are truly ends

but asunder we have drifted

and the angels just laughed

and ignored our sorrowful plights

so instead the horses we rode

off thru the wild, wild West

and kept looking for the rest