There’s a tame dog to the left of me,
A wild dog on my right.
The tame dog studies all day long,
The wild dog drinks all night:
And if I try to talk to them
They just get in a fight.

I surface from dark waters of fixed identity
Slip past the rigid towers with wise uncertainty
A pilgrim to the mountains of spontaneity.

And I see by the light, and I see by the light,
And I see by the light of the moon in me.

Defiant fingers let go –
From the window ledge he fell
“I was a model student,”
The tame dog lamely yelled,
“But I could not find an exit sign
From the disciplines of hell.”

I surface from dark waters of fixed identity
Slip past the rigid towers with wise uncertainty
A pilgrim to the mountains of spontaneity.

And I see by the light, and I see by the light,
And I see by the light of the moon in me.

His sleeping vomit choked him
When he passed out on the bed
“I showed you all a good time,”
The wild dog mildly said,
“But I never got to take a shot
At the visions in my head.”

I surface from dark waters of fixed identity
Slip past the rigid towers with wise uncertainty
A pilgrim to the mountains of spontaneity.

And I see by the light, and I see by the light,
And I see by the light of the moon in me.