What is an Ode?

we sit on the opposite ends of the map

divided by mountains and highways that exist only in our minds

he smiles the way I dream of

gleaming at authority with the utmost contempt

screaming into the darkness

"Look at me, I'm Happy with Who I Am, so fuck you"

How bold, it must be quite chilly up there

on your mountain

leaping from peak to peak just as the

old wise German spoke of.

While we sort through life's filing cabinet

trying to assemble a puzzle missing the

most important pieces maybe we'll be able

to make an educated guess to its make up.

We're both tortured and amused by the words and

ideas of enchanted bullshitters like ourselves.

We're of a long lineage of confused and hated motherfuckers

sneering at the conventional light of modernity and antiquity

let us raise our pint to those blinded by their own conquests

we will dine with them in hell

Who would have guessed a cigarette would light the way?

quite ironic without having to be too obvious.

How many times have we snickered at what so many have stumbled over?

Cliché's become novel in our universe, and friends become allies

against the axis of normality in a crusade towards insanity.

We both wear the veil of genius while trying to remain nude

to tease ourselves and keep the undesirables out

I swear we're not elitist, but we cannot help but to be outcasts

What is it that makes out Kool-Aid so much more enchanting

than the others?

Maybe because we realize its all sugar and water

I hope you understand what I'm trying to say

Otherwise my words are shadows upon the heavens

never to be decoded, and never to shine amongst the stars.