The Used Lover Blues (3)

A Pathenon of Seduction

As a naïve teenager
a youth of pure innocence
I was ruthlessly seduced
by a mysterious Grecian lover
who’s pagan charms
were impossible to resist
Was it the insatiable desire
of a reckless Aphrodite
that so graciously
nearly killed me
with her all consuming divinity?
Or was it the passive aggression
of Athena that turned
a carefree choir boy
into a reprobate man?
I truly don’t know
. . . but for just one
heart pounding millennium
she touched me deeply
with her nefarious wisdom . . .

“Hard up against the impetuous
of an Olympian Goddess, there will
be no winning for any mere human.
So take what is given while you can,
and do your best to make Eros jealous!”

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The Used Lover Blues (2)

A Mediterranean Odysseum

I once had an epic lover

of Olympian splendour

Nightly she would come to me

as the lustful goddess, Aphrodite

Lost in her insatiable pleasure

I was driven completely crazy

Yet by the break of dawn

she would miraculously transform

into Athena, the born again virgin

… Zeus’s warlike daughter

with her divinity fully intact

in a vesuvian rage, and ready to attack

Her Bronze Age Wisdom

wielded as a deadly weapon

Was I just her Troy Boy to be used

and then abandoned come the morning?

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The Used Lover Blues (1)

An Epicurean Aegean Odyssey

In a time of epic turmoil

and unsurpassable bliss

I had this diaphanous lover

a fair goddess

from far off Mount Olympus

Was it all that wrong?

Upon her golden lyre

she knew just how to play

my favourite song

setting my heart on fire

with unquenchable desire

for her heavenly body

all night long

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The Hawaiian Motel

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I had just checked in
to the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel
and was defrosting slowly
with a block of black ice
and a bottle of Wild Turkey
when the news broke …
the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll
that Brylcreem Adonis
had gone to meet eternity
He could rhythm & blues
the whole jail house block
at the Heartbreak Hotel
in his blue suade shoes
Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley
He could even
gospel his way
to the edge of reality
Heaven’s pearly gates
now blown straight to hell
A pill overdose?
Or perhaps
a Cheeseburger Deluxe
was the guilty party?
Time will surely tell
as the red neon
of a No Vacancy sign
flickers on
at the Surfer’s Paradise
Hawaiian Motel

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