From (C)OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS, Book the Fifth


The fight: The deaths of Idas, Chromis and others

He will be remembered in the stars, 
for he smote the mightiest of the soccer moms  
w/ his mother’s Pyrex mixing bowl brought back 
from Portugal or maybe Spain.  After great pain, 
a formal request from the centaur to begin 
the ceremony.  The auditorium was vast, yes, 

yet still not spacious enough. 
to accommodate every member of the 90s
swing revival revival.  & the combat raged on. 
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.
Lightning bolt.

The fight: Lampetides, Dorylas and others

My kink is stealing the noses of lecturers 
while they’re still at the podium.  When we met,

I offered you a taste of my favorite bog body
& you declared it too soapy for your liking.

That’s fine if you don’t mind
seeking asylum on the patio.  After all,

there are seminarians who refuse to be
petitioned, even if the amulet

glows dimly in the presence of deep state
operatives or wendigos. 

On 4/20 we unleashed the Kentucky Goblins
on an admiring public. 

See how they shimmy & shake
& own the librettos like holler 

Nibelungen.  Hush my glorified 
roommate, the lion sleeps all day  

in the home office, the mighty 
home office.

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