By David Jordan
I awoke to muddy boots,
My clothes soaked and stinking of urine.
Reject of Dionysus I am.
I remembered everything:
Stumbling in the dark, on the grass,
On the riverbank, like a rat.
Reject of Dionysus I am.
I can hear his laughter.
Old habits and behaviours reappear,
Madness, danger and fear.
Wasted days, wasted years.
Reject of Dionysus I am.
Damn you Dionysus!
With your leopards
And your laughter
And your car!
I follow Apollo.
Gladly, I toss away my thyrsus
On the riverbank.
I awake from stupor
To reason and intellect and imagination.
To the spring of the muses,
So cool and clear and clean.
Yes, there is nothing better on this earth,
I tell you, than to kiss that limpid water.