Even with my head slung
from its leash of hair I
did not follow the path
back to the green chapel.
It proved all too difficult
to negate the claim that
I had just risen from
the bed of a demoniac.
No doubt I might borrow
the outfit of a goblin priest
and summon foul luck
for the sake of a poem.
I had little prospect but
to review my old ambition
of being a comrade to
the aimless or vagabond.