In the half-littwistings, turnings,Stink of bullshit…,Heaven’s burningsin the gut, the very soul… What is this, thatyou are seeking,Hero,here among the reekingpassagesthat twist around,and lead you intocul-de-sacs,hemmed in by wallsmarked with the axe,double-headed andtwo-faced…?Once upon a time you racedin sunlight gleaming off the sea,you sweated in your lissome grace,by the age-twisted cypress tree,stood tall and young, …
Author Archives: Ciel
On The Half-Shell
Out of the sea on rising foamVenus emerges,makes herself at home, and the Gods all pause a moment to lookand admire and plan…and their canny brains cook… The Goddesses, too–they look and they seea sister to themand a rival-to-be… For the proper attentions, there must always beoffered to Wisdom, and Fidelity. And Discord smiles to …
MEDUSA
O maid, you once were lovely,full of grace, and namedfor Wisdom in eternal female form–Metis, Maat, Medha the names you bore… But the passing generations,reshaping and restructuring the norm,made you over as a thing to fear,no longer Maid, but monstrouswith a deadly, stony gaze; Men made you cruel and coldand perilous to life in latter …
Ashes in the Oracle’s Mouth
Helen, oh Helen!You silly git!You pretty face,You great lack-wit! Paris, perspectivewas never your strengthJust please yourselfat any length! Menelaus,big as a bullyour heart pumps bloodand that is all. Agamemnon,greed for powercuts at your life linehour by hour. Achilles,as honest as killers come–kill and be killedis your personal sum. Hector, oh Hector,where else could you endbut …
Shadows…
a song of middle-aged angst …shifting, drifting airs with faces and imaginary graces but never firming to the touch…Are you a shadow?Am I?Would you have me real?Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not realtheir fading glamorpassing clamornot much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, passing through …
IN THE CITY
In the cityI remember green you can smelland breezes you can hear;Clean rainSilent mistsSpider webs glisteningand solitudethat stretches far and wide… In the cityI live with mostly greys,Harsh vivid colorsslicing it in pieces;The smell of industyBurning coffee beans like tar;Howling trafficPressing crowds,eye never meeting eyeand solitudea tight defense around you… In the citytime is cut …
In This Season of Punditry…
What weighs two tons and wears a flower behind its ear?a hippypotamus What weighs two tons and practices medicine clumsily?a hiippocratic oaf What weighs two tons and is always under medication?a hippochondriac What weighs two tons and has an hourglass figure?a hulahoopapotamus What weighs two tons and lives under a Roman bathhouse?a hippocaust What weighed …
“Clear!”
I want my heart to moveto stir– to be touchedinto excitement,to pangs of poignancy… I want the worldto thrill me,make me laugh,delight me,inspire me to dance, to sing aloud,to share,to givefrom my own open heart… to reach out,touching other heartsgrown stiff and coldto bring them back to life,to light– where all our hearts began. ~2000 …
Love’s Not Always Pink
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …
Possum: Caught in the Act
Upon discovering a very young, small possum raiding the cat’s food I am small I am fierce I will biteif you poke at meagain! I will gnash hiss snarl biteif you bother me,you Big! Snap hiss See my teeth? See my teeth?!keep back or I’llbite! bite! And turn off that bloody light!I’m a Creature ofthe Night!Small, …
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