Dionysian Woes

puffing the magic dragon five years ago resentment arisen in strange tones and irrelevant looks to the west so we're dangerously close to the people you like most all your graces gone out the window to the lawn when you look down you can see

Jesus won't you save my soul

from a hole dug deep?

a chasm black

where echoes of the years gone by

ring with Dionysian woes

tremble upon the ground, His body writhing

on His cross, as I drink 12 year old scotch

from a yellow Dixie cup a few hours ago

looking at all the saddened faces

glistening eyes in a hardened array.

I like them sometimes forget the love

and am led astray

towards a narrow path

that is cold and ugly

where there is no compassion

save the spare moments away from

a cheap bottle of vodka

at ten bucks a pop

so disgusting, that you almost want to stop.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Amanda Avalon]

I loved the Dionysian reference... it makes me want to learn more about that culture/time era. I also loved the fact that your last line is something that sticks in my head, without being especially vulgar or grandiose... any poem has that great of an effect on the reader is a success.

My only dissapointment about this piece is that you didn't add the descrpition as part of the poem:

puffing the magic dragon five years ago resentment arisen in strange tones and irrelevant looks to the west so we're dangerously close to the people you like most all your graces gone out the window to the lawn when you look down you can see

I think these words are wonderful and would make a great contribution to this piece. Hope to see more soon...