Rehab part II --- denial

Longer than this, oh…yes
Longer than this, you can keep the silence:
You can for hours and hours,
With a gaze like a constant dummy’s gaze,
Gaze at the smoke of a cigar,
Gaze at the shape of a cup,
You can stand still and keep the silence
Beside the scene, but blind, but deaf

You can scream,
You can scream with a dreadful fake, with a dreadful phony voice
“I LIKE IT”
You can be like a wound doll,
Look at your world with two glassy eyes
You can stay in a baized box
Filled with straw, sleep for years with tulle and sequin
You can scream with every dissolute touch and say:
“Oh, I am so lucky.”