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.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015
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