Goodbye to Bohemia
Beards and talismans wagging in a dusky room
Acrid smoke rising in swirling vortices of blue
Nietzsche and Goethe mispronounced and misinterpreted
Dripping from adolescent tongues—
German philosophical mead.
Kierkegaard misquoted, and from the back
Newborn Aquinas crying in the dark.
Riddles and Paradox.
Hot voices slurring Kant through McCormick’s vodka—
Social anesthetic in plastic jugs.
Blossoms of butts in overflowing ashtrays
Stacks of clanking aluminum from shag to ceiling.
Awkward late night gropes with quasi-intellectualistas
Eyes peering from a penumbra of lid, obscured and dark.
All bankers now, and lawyers
Anonymous human resources decorating cubicles with Munch and Van Rijn.
Without a hint of fucking irony.