The Birth of Bacchus
In a risqué dinner theater,
I’ll have the risoto while
the maenads tear apart a wholesome
day-trading man like
yesterday’s poké. Poke a wasp’s nest
with a pool cue & out comes
cumin, & O to be youth’s
shoot instead of mild favor curried
as the comedic relief.
Wait in the twilit field & listen
for the din come from down
the mountain, feral & lilting
like the songs of youth
etched on your headstone.
The Transformation of Tiresias
Coax the lobbyists into the forest
one by one like a thousand Elmer Fudds
& let them each get bitten by the radioactive
rabbit - a silly trick, yes, as the funny
bunny puckers up while wearing
his sexiest dress. Who could be blind
to the two serpents writhing underfoot
while the coyote offers you
his new business card? It reads,
I DISAPPEAR FOR FOOLS
on both sides. Seagulls, stop it now
on both sides. Seagulls, stop it now
for I have my stick & my dreadful lawn
full of red ants, rusty nails & shallow
graves.
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