Exit Rome

lapsing now into
a 'when in rome' lingo
i drink all the zeitgeist
i possibly bear

adapting my voice
and my makebelieve stance
but not sounds in me
that only you can hear

abrupt adaptation
the fittest will conquer
this stale masturbation
of shallow charades

we put on our faces
and cling to eachother
with nothing between us
all 'when in rome' fades

in smiles of enchantment
and plastic ambition
we plough, hand in hand
through a Neverreal night

polite, rid of passion
and all indication
that 'when in rome' lies
on our faces ignite

so thank you, my anchor
reality benchmark
through rivers of zeitgest
you're keeping me sane

we head for a breather
all apologetic
faux smiles and adore
fleeing shit and champagne

now free of the river
the mask ocean vastness
you rid me of riddles
and undress my head

alone and together
comfortably ugly
our
  Neverreal
    'when in rome'
      monsters
        fall dead