Another Place

Extract damp coins
from pocket then
reach for the potion,
the love juice of fools.

And in this peculiar
maverick moment
the madness clutches
temples
and the strange smells
and noises spin.

There is no better place
but this one failing instant,
searching confused
in the rubble for death.

Yet undying thirst
Truly cannot lie in the chaos.
The secret is being pulled in guts
like the tide, unendingly beckoned by moon.

Will we all gather
from the dust and the shadows
to marry, give birth
to bury our parents?

Wishing to breathe a different rhythm,
there is another place.