Poppy #4

Pegasus is on the runway,
Dionysus ! Where are you?
The sky is waiting.
The dying tribe is dancing.
My fingertips are bloodshot,
And the pen’s drunk and disorderly.
Mad ancient Greeks in my subconscious.
Inspiration dances around the fires,
O´ silicone and Nembutal.
Played w/ about 40 of the 50 sea nymphs,
Playing games o´ sin, games o´ pleasure.
Sighing into the dawns of treasure.
In the morning it was bad beers and ashes.
The Digital tripped in Binary flashes.
When I woke up Narcissus had drowned,
Prometheus and Zeus had treaties o´ doom.
The ancient hell o´ forgotten years chimed.
Jim the Iguana and the Friar mimed
All the acts of tragedy.
The audience got stoned on rhapsody.
Barranquilla, Cali, Bogota + Medellin,
How many o´ your flowers have I seen?
Alone I ventured into the forbidden orchids.
Mine I´ll take to hell,
But I’ll return them as well.