Perseus uses the Gorgon's head
I emerged from the fog
to find that I’d droppered belladonna
into my right eye
& all I had to show for it
was this viral clip of me collapsing
on the palace stairs.
That’s when I took to the ether,
during this sad state
of affairs, & either direction
was fine as long as it meant
their thoroughbreds wouldn’t flare their nostrils
at you when faced w/ the closure
of Smoker’s Shangri-La due to
health code violations & a failed
exorcism.
Use your head for something
other than an aegis, but please
do it in the privacy of your own
breakout group or at least
pixelate to protect the
witnesses who want to begin
new lives in South Dakota
where the sun bleaches your skin
right to the bone. No virus
survives, but surprise,
the virus was people like me
all along.
Phineas is turned to stone
Don’t make fun of my flat
affect; it makes it far easier
to lie to your face with a visage
of stone because what can you do
when you’re finally busted
for building that roller coaster
in the backyard while
your parents were out of town?
Sometimes submission is the only way
to survive when summer’s almost
gone. Simultaneously, the pool
fills with my wayward tears
& the AC rumbles like
the angry god astride
the dune buggy that killed
Frank O’Hara. Godspeed you
emperor penguin, adelie penguin,
little rockhopper
with your smooth stone potential
mates kick back into the churning
glacial surf.
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