Upside Down World

Upside Down World The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind the analytic couch and murmured to himself that it is all about aggression and sex lots of sex for that grave matter it shapes the world from underneath a smouldering gun Phallus in metaphoric metaplastic hands ideas vibrate ‘what goes up must come down’ he pondered as he smoked the cigar piped up dreams when a pipe is simply not merely a flute and the lute brings luscious shadows to the fore Eros meanwhile contemplates on regal roads from joy to consciousness at ninety-six the styx is near enough What has the world come to he’s no more sixty-nine where is Freud’s promise as wars rage rampantly but flaccid skin shrivels beyond tall towers of yesteryear when hedonistic gardens slipped quietly from paradise Eye-sight vanished hearing demised turgor spent and forces only a distant reminder of battles fought for the human condition he reads ‘ARGAIV’ on the blister pack he holds with arthritic hands his heart attacks soft memories when the nurse wipes him clean and he slobbers his tablets It is a downside up world and time has tattooed Eve’s apple upside down on his loins and the growing pain of a promise once held of a better world with kindness love and compassion Eros with Freud in his thoughts has again mixed up his drugs as moaning angina takes over when he swallows his swan song He should not have kept that one VIAGRA capsule maybe and only his world in last rites is a much better place