How many of us
Have picked up Beyond
Good and Evil
At twenty five
And thought,
Hey, yeah,
That's the way it is
At least this one
Zarathustran rope dancer
Flung over the top
Of the market
Sardonic drippings
From a possum's feast
Be with eagles,
On mountains,
High ones,
The dreamy heights
Soaring, poring,
Rebelling 'gainst boring
And of course this surplus
Was a deficit in waiting
Dark time: two hours after
Midnight thirty
Spent on valuation
Risibly dirty
The bacchanal over
A shattering swung
Scattered glass dust
Right and left lung
On picking me up
A breath at a time
Bold Friedrich's cup
Was dangerous wine
Roman Ryan 