spiritual awakenings

spiritual awakenings

during
bouts of boozing,
i try to brew
thought-spirits.
exotic concoctions.
cocktails of philosophy.
half a peg of marxian whisky
with a double large lenin gin
ignites your proletarian pyrotechnics.
trotskian vodka on the rocks
is insipidly sober.
but when i fill it to the brim with
social fascist soda,
the drink starts to fizz.
one gulp
wipe your stalin moustache
a lick of krushchevian ketchup
and
your cold brezh-nerves are ready
to start a prole-war.
bubbles of discontent
rise
gain size
reach the brim of your brain.
but then
hey peristro!
you become
glasnostalgic
and
the bubble bursts.
that is the real
revolutionary spirit!
ha ha ha

hangovers are forever!