The Factory #1

A poem

I’ve found peace
Fought my demons
And fornicated with angels
In this bar
It's something
About the intoxication
That accelerates
The anxiety
Accentuates
The fears
So that I can face them
With dance
And other means
Of destroying
My ego
My understanding
Of the way in which
Things are supposed to
Transpire
I still wish
There were more
That I could
Employ my energy
In service
Of something
That actually matters
But alas
I base my decisions
On the fine line
Between another drink
And calling a car home
I say goodbye
To the skateboarder
Who said he does
Downhill
Break off a piece
Of the candle wax
That dripped
And solidified
On the sill
Pick up my glass
And stand
For the only honest revolution
On the dance floor