Dear Aphrodite, I am drunk,
from the poison with which your bow was strung.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, your songs I have sung,
and silver now slithers through my lungs.
My thoughts are no longer mine.
My mind wanders free out of space and time.
Aphrodite, your arcane magic.
your keen eyes,
your haunting music.
Aphrodite, the water of your fountains is pristine.
Your majestic halls,
fairly contrast their humble design.
An image that haunts me too much.
Aphrodite, you my love,
with poisoned lips and a hunger for thirst.
A zest for life I have found,
boundless mirth and laughter abound.
My smile now brightens your courtroom.
Hungry crows feast on my costume.
My mask is now torn and ripped to shreds.
My face is now an icon of dread.
An abomination of hate and fury,
I hunger, lust and crave for glory.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, grant me the power to,
make sense of what to do.
In exchange my fairness,
consume my soul and devour my flesh.
For my bones still do rot,
o’er yonder in yer courtyard.
Behind the clock back there you know.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, my sweet love,
make promises that you know will rust.
For time I have seen marching in a line,
and it twirls its bowler hat once more with style.
Pleasant verbatim post modus-operandi
poste haste dues ex dogmatic buffonery.
Longly recorded synthetic laughter,
burns my toast this fucking camcorder.
A motion to halt a marching order,
a smile to deflect the incoming border.
The laughter that springs in years gone by,
the flowers that blossomed and have since died.
Plesantly poignant poised expectations,
filling dictionaries with utmost revelations.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, I know you know,
that the world has got no fucking clue.
Sunder and Keening in my hands, while
I march forward to distant lands.
Backtracking all over the Capital Wasteland.
Cars do make quite a bang.
Arbitrary expostulation hastily recorded,
the meetings minutes summarily discarded.
All of hell is rock and bone,
the world is harsher than sins can atone.
Life that lived itself nonplussed.
Sweet Aphrodite it reeks of dust.
As this banal banter draws to a close,
hearken, say forever oppose.
Aphrodite, Aphrodite, my meaningless love,
if this is what you want, I must.
