Aftermoon Delight
by Marcus Cheney

Lets have these drunken nights
and dance as fools would have it
gyrating to a Dionysian groove
our flesh, interpretative beauty
the soul, weightless
in the ignorance of pursuit
flail your pea cock feathers
in a mating dance
I am not of you
but no less guilty
When does intelligence
entwine with compassionate
good looks
my negative past
does not dictate my future
as i forever strive
forward
away from the matriarch
who made me a martyr
to speak of my father
self absorption
in a search of absolution
how chaos drifts into order
and has deja vu
my princess is locked away
in a tower
holding my love hostage
and her hair is not long enough
to let me climb
so I may save her
I am monolith for obscurity
and a roll model for the absurd
when I was young
which I still am
but younger still
I dreamed of death
and what nothing would be like
and in the void
I found freedom
the freedom
of all things momentary
and how to embrace
by the seeds of breathing
the water of laughter
and the soil of suffering
the son to no one
on a cold dead earth
that will take me
and you
there is no destiny
just manifestations
being alien
and an outsider
I might return
to the universe
that birthed
our gravitational
ant farm
by ways of rockets
I’ll disappear
beyond
the big dipper