I've seen many things, even my own brother
who I've never met, born from a mother
who had just had a historectomy.
I have seen the night sky turned upside down,
the stars burning away my entire home town
and melancholy tales of joy told to me
by faeries and dragons and undeluded priests
and goblins and unicorns at happy holiday feasts.
McCarthy and his pinko friends
campaigning for their mutual ends
asked me to join a just crusade
for freedom for all, and I'll be paid
with slaves and my choice of cute concubines.
I've seen night fall and then not rise
while listening to the lonely moon's cries
(tears more sobering than the strongest of wines).
I've seen succubi dance, softly naked, inviting,
asking me to sing the verse they're reciting
of guiltless sex and cutting the chain
that keeps me here despite the pain.
I've seen my life the way I want it to be
-you by my side, we both impossibly free-
and stranger things than could e'er seem
to be real, but instead the mad fantasies
of my mind, which, when resting, it sees
the absurd and the hoped, and this infinite dream.

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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