State of Mental Health

I breathe in the hint of ambrosia, while heaving from my nectar
in the name of Dionysus,
I insist to indulge my vices,
a self-proclaimed Pisces
swimming in circles
drowning in familiarity,
god’s remarks are like a symposia of the dying arts,
I withhold my greatest work
 until this body Ive fallen upon is falling apart,
she’s an architect a plagiarist of
The floating city of Angels
that I follow helplessly in the shadows,
 bless my living artificial heart, she makes heaven on earth,
 she stole the wisdom
and deco from the white city
that Ive planned to storm from the start.

I never had a birthright
never felt my birth to this life was ever alright,
more of a left field toss
in Eden’s petrified fields
that I’ve had drag myself across,

Destined to be a crucified King
 where Jill no longer feels used
by Daddy’s money
and the Queen takes the crown
to Knight a long lost martyr,
 a bean stock broker Jack
A future partner,
married to shotgun proposal
....now he’s to become a father...
that built the house of cards
embellished with their new found wealth,
blown out of proportion
and when that wind screams
that weather vanes spin to announce their fate,

Here lies the vicious twist to a State of mental health