The backstory runs as the young and lustful do
treasure desire in a whirlwind of rubies
full of Ferraris burning toward fantastic futures
I heard the hairbands tell me Rock on.
At a train show under the fireworks
in a village south of here
I took a Ferris wheel to the moon
and thought I’d live forever.
The Bible folded like a dead dove in my briefcase.
No longer river I was nothing but sea.
A fly trapped in an airport. Pick a metaphor, a simile
symbolic of something so profound
the rationale’s a politician
betraying slivers of the truth.
Excited—too excited
to play philosopher with existential games
to drink cognac with Vivaldi
pretend I understood Spinoza
shut off from all but the strangest of men
I took off the clothes of the Superanimal
and was scared to death by what I saw.
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