Don’t
Speak.
Let’s
Drink.
Let’s
Have
A shot.
Let’s
Not
Get
Caught,
In
These
Seaweed
Towers,
Or
These
Crawling
Cities,
With
Their
Drowning
Cars,
And
Their
Busy Body
Men,
With
Their
Bright
Lies,
In their
Swimming
Pools
Of
Dirt,
And their
Tentacles
Of
Thought.
No.
That
All
Serves
Us
Nought.
Just
Sucks
Us
Dry,
Until
We die.
Let’s
Not
Have
That.
Let’s
Order,
Jack!
Let’s
Have
A chin-chin
To
Apollo’s
Grin,
That
Heals
And
Mocks,
All
That’s
Within.
Let’s
Have
One more,
Let’s
Land
On some
Shore,
Where
Dolphins
Sing,
Instead
Of swim,
And
Lions
Purr,
Instead
Of
Roar,
Let’s
Embark,
For the
Ark,
To that
Crazy
Park.
…Let’s
Have
A…
Sancerre,
Pretend
We don’t
Care.
…Do you
Hear
That
Croon?
Life
Out
Of
Tune?
Hear
That whip
Of
Wings?
Good.
Now
See it
Salute,
To that
Mad,
Champagne
Flute.
Let’s have
Another!
Let us
Not
Bother,
With
Our
Growing
Past
Just
See,
How
It
Grasps!
Like
An infant,
Or
A Child,
It
Demands
Us
Entire.
…Aww,
Don’t
You
Love
Melancholy,
How
It
Breaks
The
Monotony,
How it
Warms
The…
Time
Like
A
fine
Wine?
No!
We shall
Not
Be had
By
Their
Fault,
Happiness,
As
Only
Thought.
Fuck
It
All!
Let’s
Have
A drink!
So
Our
Past
And
Soul
Can
Finally
Shrink.