So this is
What it
Is

The pendulum swinging

Back and
Forth

Back
And forth

Back
And
Forth

All the wine tasted
The beer all drunk up

Every kiss
Stolen
Every kiss
Given

And all our food
Eaten by thousands
Of rat-faced
Mad men

Yes
This is the place
In between madness
And sedation

Chaos and
Order

Where the sane go to dance
With 50 cent beers
Tight in their hands

With wondering eyes
Mismatched affections

Where nirvana's clarity
Is as cheap as an old French *****

Yet feared as
Relapsing
Into a fit
Of youthful liberation

Every trench
Has their bodies

I see them
I know them
I am them

The place tastes
Of dried tongues

Dragged through the
Red embers of ash and
Charcoal and
An old girlfriends hairspray

Every echo of sound
Is from the
Future as well as
The past

Here clocks sound as if
Their snoring from a brilliance
Of an ill spoken melodramatic monologue

Where tears were so "yesterday"
And humanity

Well, humanity...

Humanity shows

To be a thing
Of the

Past