Throwing Muses Opiates
In spite of everything like redoubled efforts to glide backward
To go in both directions
This dumb boat still doesn't fly
And that's no way to let a body down
I believe in balancing after a month of midnights in hot water
Scalded under holy water punctuated with the punch of opiates
And that's no way to bring a body down
Standing with a bulging fist of nickels for the parking meter
That's the art and science part of your eccentric sleight of hand
And that's no way to cool a body down
I believe in violencing after a feast of fasting on hot water
Scalded within by holy sin punctuated with a punch of opiates
And that's no way to bring a body down
