Confessions of a Philistine

Alter my consciousness, add me a nerve

I’ll settle for less than what I deserve

And I will subsist

 on

Dancing to music that only I hear

And lovemaking with specters that only you fear

Recklessly awake-dreaming of sleep-time illusions

Intrepidly seeking a soul contusion

Fucking fantastical creations with tongue un-tied

And what was dead in me un-died

Newly cloistered in conventional folly

And I fear 

I’m more Delilah than I’ll ever be Molly.



Completed 20 Sept 2010