Enlightenment is about
The rounds are open in the Tavern
Tankards and happy men
Merry women skirt about serious business.
He’s back with a smile on his face
Blonde haired and lippy
Eyes like a pill head in a 007 sequel
The Black Man
The Caravan
The plans for another SUMMER HOLIDAY

Lets do lunch next year in Paris
I’ll buy the coffee while you wet your old age panties
Maybe our children can swap notes
And plagiarise the generation of artistic meet up groups
But he’s back again and wants to share the drugs.

He who talks dares last
The Christian is owed some money from the past
The lighten is darkened
The Atman is heartened
The Indian is outdated by the Indie grunge ratings.

#Nirvanaisbackagain
Thanks for access to the mainframe
But when I’m a Jew I’m history to the hostile Dr in your time with religious experiences
Why do you need to stand outside the law?

AI Summary

Your poem opens in a tavern where “Enlightenment” is less a spiritual state than a chaotic social scene — tankards, flirtation, drugs, nostalgia, and the return of a figure who unsettles everything. It spirals through identity, race, religion, espionage‑style imagery, and generational disillusionment, showing how the self fractures under the weight of cultural expectation and personal history. Beneath the satire and the sharp edges is a speaker asking why someone insists on standing “outside the law,” outside belonging, outside shared meaning. The poem ends in a question that feels like an accusation and a lament at once — a demand for accountability in a world where identities collide and nothing stays stable.