after forty
days and forty nights I got paroled on my doctor’s advice adam was waiting for me eve
was too we scoffed our forbidden apples with
relish our moment
of enlightenment reeked of corruption
I learned to laugh I
learned to cry I learned to live for the moment without
inhibition
there were many
things we never saw but
the moonstone hung in the soft blue and we saw her face for sure she was a howling moon
but
your friends don’t care how you get your pleasure
they’re just glad you do sometimes people make us
human again sometimes
they just get in the way
hunters and
collectors try to pin you down pronounce you weirdo loner
misanthrope because people fear difference and they let it be known
without grace
or subtlety they got
me close range point blank tagged
and bagged I don’t belong and I never did
that’s something for a poor boy to
weigh up as he raids another
orchard
I don’t like to
romanticise my sickness but all the great ones
passed this way reconciled
to the difference machine drunk on rotten apples brave enough to dream I
dreamed I was dreaming and couldn’t wake up now would be the time to give
myself a shake before
the wrong side of the bed conspires against me
they tell me that
there is nothing to lose in the abandonment of self but no man can give himself
away I heard that in a song
the red haired girl from babylon said I had no soul I asked her
what is a soul?
something you don’t
have she replied
poor boy had no
dough he paid his debts with one weighed ounce of
solid soul it
was a good trade or so it seemed I don’t recall ever missing something I’ve never seen
I often luxuriate
in bouts of dread introspection eve says I’m bound by
my imagination or lack of she
says if I don’t change I’ll spend my life wallowing in self pity until
the judas goat guns me down but I’m
too old to change I’m set fast in a
pattern that descends to the abattoir
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