The Transformation of Ino and Melicerta to Sea-Gods
No being but
being grief briefly.
No lawyers
or courtiers
except those eaten
by grizzlies.
No dart
to the heart
unless
leakage:
sweet ambrosia,
prepared
from dried beans.
The funky letters
go missing
with the Paw Patrol
who come to the rescue
but are repelled
by a mob of libertarians
with gangrene & Gadsden Flag
thong underwear.
The Transformation of the Theban Matrons
Disorder thwarted:
lumbar support ordered
despite delays in shipping.
Stiffness reallocated. No point
in petrification. If I tried
to mortify, I’d mollify
by accident. Pardu
& Elfstar sitting in a tree
talking about euthanasia,
Eventually you must eat
the head of the lamb
before the watchful,
jaundiced eyes
of the cereal tiger.
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