The Story of Pentheus
The train left the station
trailing its former forms behind,
its centipedal force bringing
everything full circle before
the organisms on board had begun
to come to terms with
their mortality. A moral quandary
would commence if a billionaire
was tied upon the tracks & left
to the mercy of the engineer
with the neck tattoos.
Meet the new god, same
as the dog that bit you
when the wind blew in
from the future. There’s something
in the air tonight; put your ear
to the ground & the mask
upon your face.
The Mariners Transform’d to Dolphins
I thought the drinking & kidnapping
would never begin,
for I had purchased this purple,
paisleyed vest on eBay for just such an occasion.
But then my name was stricken
from every pylon, every obelisk. The pharaoh
never met a metaphor he couldn’t mangle.
He’ll oil behind his ears just as the earth
is destroyed to make way for a hyperspace bypass.
Crawling through the desert
to the Castle Anthrax. A goat among sheep,
fear my quarterstick & my Cloak of Rugs.
Bathe me in expensive balms
while I wag my caudal
for cash.
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