| | The Art of Living Dangerously in the 2oth Century (cont)
Obeisance and libations to a sleeping god
pray he doesn't awake
open eyes crash heavy lids on a world made foil
In your face I see your Ancient History and the hoofprints
of the Mongol hordes and last week's betrayal when your
supposed lover said, "I love you," and lied.
They paint a mottled pattern on your pubis I polish until
my reflection distorst across your features.
A man points a revolver at my face he says:
"You have 60 seconds to justify your existence!"
And I say when I was a little boy I climbed trees
avoided beatings and bumblebees
"Not good enough!"
I've fallen in love at first sight
shit in my pants and flown a kite.
"You now have 50 seconds to justify your existence."
And I answer.
Two years ago I was beat (BANG)
by a gang of 8 armed with pipes (BANG)
for apparently no reason Icould think of
And when I woke up, I thought, "What a funny dream?"
But it wasn't a dream
it was a technicolor nightmare.
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