Sigmund and his cousin Schaden
Snicker in some Faustian garden
Having sealed a Pyrrhic bargain
Cashing prophets on the margin

Me, I’m Jung again.

Sigil giggle drawing mandalas
Affects us in ways,
Mere effects from delays
And affects of phrase
While mourning the days
When pondering stays.

Drift with it.

How could you be so narrow in your beliefs?
An entire deep see of possibilty
And you’re salivating over there
While I didn’t hear a bell
And Ivan didn’t even let the dogs out.

Maybe there’s more to heaven and earth
Than your proclivities, Felatio Horatio.

Let go of my ego
For once
Tear it down, interlocking brick
By brick
Be careful where you step
They’re sharp.