Closed Door

Adonis, ripe with pouty lip And cold, reptilian eye; Hot packaged for the latest trip; Designed to fly-- What was it you were running from That swiftly ran you down? Dark forests of the night had come Ablaze downtown. A lizard on the smoldering rock Had surfaced on the street. Was this alone your fatal shock-- Your personal heat? And was there something not well hid Behind that flicking tongue, Behind an eye's half opened lid Where songs are sung? And did that primal scream contain Your own cry for escape From where excess, for all it's gain, Includes self rape? Hey Jim. that was not Nietzsche's jive For madness can't redeem; It lets the legend stay alive, But kills a dream.