and he blew back with his bugle of an ass-hole

on this old worn-out futon,
disguised in a dirty orange sheet
with stripes, red and purple,
is where i end up after
thirteen hours with eyes wide open,
trying to observe, and to learn
a thing or two from what these
naked eyes see of this wretched,
exhausting world.

a blank stare upon the ceiling;
light, illuminating --- neon and mercury;
excited states of gas molecules;
emission of photons onto mine eyes;
then the pilgrim comes approaching
with thirty-four canti,
sending my soul on a trip, filled with
sorrow, anguish, despair, and distress,
through the eight levels of hell.

then i heard a voice singing,
seems distant, but clear enough for me
to listen and comprehend
to digest and understand
'if i knew all the words,
i would write myself out of here;
if i was all the colors i would
paint you pretty in gold,
in a picture'

finished inferno, but towards the second half of the canti it's more like just skimming and reading the summary. footnotes from the book is interesting though. check this one out:
"tiresias was the famous soothsayer of thebes. according to ovid, tiresias with his rod once separated two serpents that were coupled together, whereupon he was transformed into a woman. seven years later he found the same two serpents, struck them again, and became a man once more. later jupiter and juno asked tiresias, who had the experience of belonging to both sexes, which sex enjoyed lovemaking more. when tiresias answered "woman," JUNO STRUCK HIM BLIND. however, jupiter in compensation gave him the gift of prophesy."

damn. juno IS one bitch filled with fury. take it easy, woman. don't go around unleashing your wrath that easily.