PP Figures

PP Figures

Joan of Ark & Oscar Wilde they walked into a bar.
Freud & Jung were serving pure cocaine & moonshine by the jar.

They named their dive The Pleasure Principle for those seeking a Collective Unconscious.
PP’s had a special cocktail called “Dimensional Emotion” it made the clientele obnoxious.

Sat at the piano were Socrates & Bowie singing “Oh You Pretty Things”.
David played whilst Socrates used his “method” coaxing all but him to sing.

A meditating Zombie Bhudda in the corner proclaimed “We’re all already dead”.
The fat and happy deity literally found Nirvana inside Lizzie Borden’s head.

At a table for one sat Madame Curie bathing all in her radiating absinthe glow.
A pig named Picasso hit on this FoxFire Lady while inviting her to his picture show.

Miss Arc sat sweating by the hearth lost in conversation with lapping tongues of fire.
Wilde perched himself atop a barstool cracking jokes at Sigmund’s “phallus desire”.

General Patton & Gloria Steinem played strip poker to prove equality’s point.
In the end she wore her signature shades as a naked Patton rolled & passed her a joint.

Daylight crept up through the window…the PP’s version of sounding last call.
History was a rent boy loitering outside swinging saloon doors ready to be made by all.

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Ajar

Ajar

Please take me, oh please take me far away from this place.
Save me from this catacomb & its indeterminable pace.
Carry me while you can to somewhere open somewhere wide.
Someplace where windows aren’t just things I see from the inside.
Release me from this distant place, this lavish gilded cage.
Help me find escape outside & not just on this page.
Pry me from my chair for it has rusted where it sits.
Bring magic oil for my poor joints to lose their coltish fits.
Someone stand beside me…be my walking, talking cane.
Teach me how to walk again & share some of my pain.
Shield me from this constant storm. Let me hold you in the sun.
Let me lean against your sturdy frame. Hold me up so I can run.
Help me pass this shallow breath that ticks the box which says I live.
Take me where I’ll huff & heave to catch the air you give.
Show me what it is to laugh for I’ve forgotten how.
Tell me I can do it all. Tell me I can leave right now.
But this is all a fantasy for you do not exist.
You’re a relished figment standing firm in reality’s crushing midst.
I cannot do a single thing that I’ve listed here thus far.
My life ceased to tick & lies broken with its workings all ajar.
This is who I am now & oh how I wish it were true.
That I could unlock this wretched door & walk right through with you.
This fantasy & reality are pressed full flush & in between’s just mesh.
Each will leak into the other but you will never be made flesh.

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