…’ve kissed the moonlit hair
of the Magdalene
in a dark back alley
before the demons left her.
Madness melts and bends time
like Dali high on the unconscious.
I’ve stolen the show
in the Carnival of the Absurd,
juggling Jungian archetypes and myths.
Addiction is a high-risk poker game
with death in the backroom of a dive bar.
I’ve bluffed to s…