Ocyrrhoe Transform’d into a Mare
Remember when scarification was a thing,
how one might apprentice in order to one day
press sigils or squiggles into the flesh
of a stranger for stacks of silver or
a false profiteer riding out in the morning
before the sheriff even unshuts his eyes.
They say a man needs a mane, but I have long since
dispensed with the pleasantries of hygiene
in order to appease the forces of chaos
& ensure safe passage through the astral
plane to see a horse about a man.
The Transformation of Battus to a Touch Stone
If a centaur shows up on your doorstep,
you might want to give him a necklace
made of turquoise & dried pasta. Your bribe
won’t work: he’ll stick around & track
mud all over your modular sofa. If the centaur
wants to snuggle, better hide the riding crop.
Was it god or Bob who said
Everybody must get stoned?
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