Horus, Thy Eye. (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
[ Was drinking bitter alcoholism 'n readin' Bukowski; his poem ]
[ "two drunks" made me think of you-- so I wrote this. ]
You know, the words--
the lines across the contrasted
darkness of my mind--
haven't sought much light
Gripped in my misery and misfortune;
motherfucker, has Set killed Isis
and ripped out both your eyes?
I miss the light they effused 'pon
dreary self-loathing and my darkness.
You inspired me to develop style, you--
one of Hollywood's undiscovered poets,
craving rockstar fame while blessed with
what I considered a literary fortune.
Did a groupie silence you
with her ravenous cunt in honor
of vampires forgetting that
you howled savage with the wolves?
Perhaps this stomping ground has,
in your eyes, evolved into something
beneath you & your prescriptive injections
of vulgar abandon and anarchy?
Then again, the blood available
isn't much for the spilling these days,
is it old friend? I wonder if the question
will ever know your comic answer.
Just stewing in the juices of life,
developing a sort of mental flavor--
so far it has been tasting quite bitter.
As for adding some sweety? That tart
apparently exists only within the confines
of my deranged, twilight brainsky.
Perhaps I'll get better with the alchemy and
conjure her up from the depths of Hell.
But for now, I'd settle for the light
from thy eye-- whether it be of the sun
or the sober paleness of the moon.
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