For every Adam a paradise ghosted
by remembrance of his future,
past before begun too soon,
time's voice a crashing cymbal;
poison flows from the serpent's breast
to pollute my drink,
it's chemical analysis
the chart of my adolescence....
A beginning' at the end of death:
the sleeper exchanges dreams like foreign money;
illusions of love to fill the void of art
and psychos his maps of memory
to quell the bitter laughter.
The dancing grey lights that know no limits
probe the depths of a whirlpool sea,
parading debris in fancy dress,
indifferent mannequins in autumn's show
leaving the lingering taste of dust
and fallen leaves from the unfound tree.
Blind to the worthiest lover
who dizzy comes from Hell's carnival
to offer ecstsy upside down:
perhaps to save dreams threatened
by a lone rider from the sky.
Blind, I say, to shaft-stringed eyes
furious with sacrifice spurned
and lips contemptuous of he
who lies with a friend's friend:
she consoles the loser
with tasteless suck from sex's bottle.