Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

That Damn Rough Larval Stage

The madman lost his mind
Even under the comfort of the old punk rock cures.
The bohemian pharmaceuticals were just too fucking much
The Aristocrat vodka that tided over his nightmares
The two dollar a pack handrolled cigarettes
Straight to the lungs.
Did you know
That at a Quicktrip in St. Louis
You can buy a 30 pack of Hamm’s beer for 10 bucks?
He spent his entire high school graduation money from his well off relatives
On the cheapest schwag weed
Among the strip malls of O’fallon Missouri.
He did the mescaline which turned out to not even really be mescaline.
All this stuff never really did him any favors
But it was an “Experience”.
Like all those judgemental punk rockers
In the basements of Wichita, Kansas.
Not one good craft beer for 5+ years.

Yet through the hand rolled cigs
And nefariously cheap whiskey
And bitter madness
There was a spirit
That never died.

Out of that gauzy boozy cocoon
There burst…
…Yea that’s a pretty good looking smart butterfly
With full wings
Flitting across the orchids and trees of the gardens
Flying off
In spite of that damn rough
Larval stage.

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