Where all the Gods Roam

I.

St. Patrick’s Devotees

Shedding ties and coats of tweed

The barren, desolate backlot

Of thrown away shattered dreams

The celebration of Bacchus’ bounty

Rowdy, eternally living n ever to be

A dolorous memory

Noisy reveries of pills and ladies

Rye and barley

Nobody was to be dissevered from the merriment

They were getting drunk in

 

 

 

II.

Along came Cary

Tugged, persuaded gentle lamb docilely came

Shared the soma to which he might forget

All that’s ever known

For what’s good to be known will only stir up a storm.

Elate-elate and drown in intoxicating ignoramous

Flush all desire to devour knowledge

The sweet nectar of the gods to which

They all wished to depend on

 

III.

Epicurean their ways

Hedonistic night right into the heart’s core

Narcissistic princes preening into the stillest waters

To peer at the nymphs that danced in puddles

Cary’s ears caught the sound

And all the young men came

Pushing him to the ground

But the melody was too saccharine

For dear boy to resist

The goddess of the waters

Floated by her demonic volition

Psyche in purple, ravenous tresses

Called for the young lad in the calico jacket

No decision could ever be made

That could ever turn back and relinquish the hold

The goddess of waters with mermaid’s song controlled his very soul

 

 

 

 

 

IV.

And now all the young men

Fled with speed on their drunken heels

No more with pomp and vanity

Would they test the creatures of the worlds underneath

The garden where all the gods roamed

Was now a ghost town with ill fated memories

And all the young men

Jackets of plaid, dollars at the snap of a finger

Bottles of wine empty rolling to the last were never to be seen again

Specks of dust, ashes what we come from which we shall return

And all your gems shall shatter, the songs would cease to play

Gone with spirit and lechery were the gods today.