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Goodnight Dionisus

Posted to Poetry

Shake away
Leave me here now?
I saw purple rabbits fly.
I saw purple rabbits fly.
Can I die?
Could you lie?
Fuck you,
I tried.

Go get the animals,
we're leaving.
Gibberish lines,
stanza after stanza of
pretentious word
combinations, that make
no sense, except to the stoned.
"Oh divine mockery, grant us one more hour to perform our are and perfect our lives..."
But they loved you.
Good night Dionisus,
farethee well,
rest over there in a Paris graveyard.
And maybe find some of the anarchy
that you searched for in