Nameless
One day the sky was overcast;
I slept 'till half past noon.
Woke the dogs and laughed with them;
we howled about the moon.
Ate some mushrooms and went out
into the desert with a smile.
F**ked a girl named Chastity
and laid with her a while.
I slept with her, I sullied her
I brought her to her knees.
And, in her touch, I felt
the gentle fingers of the breeze.
Met a man named Solomon
and walked back into town.
Drank a lot and smoked a lot
and lingered in our cloud.
He asked my name, I said it loud;
O, Mephistopheles!
He burnt that tavern to the ground
and fed me to the thieves.
Suffering and sordid now,
I stumble to a stream.
Clean my wounds and bandage them,
and think of wretched deeds.
Copyright © Owen Shaw | Year Posted 2015
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