Arch Hypocrite of the Angels

I woke up at the Golden Gate Bridge                                                             

Egocentric with the will to live                                                                    

In the meadow I blend in with cowslips                                                                                     

Cowslips dancing like Edie Sedgwick                                                                                     

Addled at the hocus-pocus 


My ocean blue eyes glowed

I walked along the pavement, crossed the road

In a cagoule and rain boots

Feeling good, cock-a-hoop in a cesspool

I moved like a cat with perfect glands for a perfume

Like a buccaneer, regretting the moment I got carried away

Like a five year old jumper blazoned like the truth

I burst open like a bladder, like an author

In front of the Eiffel Tower

With a name, a face, and a personality

I couldn't contain my emotions

Like I can't brush off the feeling of suffocating

Like I can't brush off the feeling of dying

The paranoia is eating me alive

Like I eat French fries

I look at the moon and want to cry waterfalls

I'm waiting for time to pass like a gap year

It feels like an eternity in Hell

Trying to hoodwink a one-eyed thing

I've never been more of a nerd

Devoted to grapefruit and pineapple

Laying on my bed, as soft as a hassock

Writing in a notebook at 4 a.m.


Falling in my dreams like the arch hypocrite of the angels                                                                 

I grew like witch hazel, like a mutiny                                                               

I asked how she was, the woman with blonde hair                            

I met a man with a dead stare, a hardbitten stare                                                                                             

I looked in his eyes but he wasn't there                                                                                       

They were shiny like a mirror                                       


Shiny like impassable water flowing                                                                         

I ended up in a minefield, somehow                                                                      

I got back, but the feeling was gone                                                                                         

I don't know where the clouds went                                                                                         

I drank the vitreous, milky sunshine                                                                                             

The doldrums, the lance, the rods, the wires                                                                       

I acknowledged the clusters of flowers                                                                         

Flower clusters, untidy flowers                                                                                                     

I'm an oar on the rowlock                                                                                                                 

A satisfied stomach.                                                        

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