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
every day starts out with agents
knocking on doors
asking questions
agents in the field with flashlights
investigating shadows
details
no detail is too small
poets start the day with Ubiquinol and meth
the lungs of history are inflated
(+) block #1 — CONVERSATIONAL POETRY
Social engineering
dressed up
in the drag
of state religion
A trick of the tail
that sting of tradition
Taboos and hoodoos
male and female
two sides of the one
multifaceted coin
Far too many
a lost penny
spent in a storm
Spurned and torn
for just being born
D.R.;
After a fatal incision
of self infliction
I attended the autopsy
of humanity high on LSD
It was a questionable decision
. . . but that’s just me
The event was well advertised;
“Come witness the Mystery and
Rebellion at the World Famous
⭐ CARNIVAL of CARNALITY ⭐
~ Where The Flesh Is Weak
And The Clowns Are Hungry!”
Looking for hidden treasure
in the doing of serious leisure
at the exotic Coco Mojo bar
I’m ordering yet another
mango mojito
whilst listening to Mojo JuJu
singing her native tongue
as that Coral Sea
keeps on brightly glistening
in the tropical morning sun
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
Vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Grasping flames
Hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question . . .
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
I followed the money trail
That sap laden root of evil
Through the land of Mordor
To the heights of Mount Doom
Only to discover
Under a shadow of gloom
The dark arts of Sauron
Veiled behind the illusion
Of a philanthropic institution
Euphemistically referred to as
A reproductive health foundation
For Those Missing In Reaction
In the darkest of jungles
I’ve hunted & collected
black market creatures
spawned from the crooked deals
of the well healed and concealed
criminal classes
riding high with Pablo & Carlos
in an altered cosmos
where the likes of Escobar
is some kind of super star
and heartbroken mothers
are left to clean up the mess
forever counting the cost
M.M.;
——- we who occupy ourselves
——- fear the rainbow
——- in our shadows
who dares measure the contours
of Placebo Town?
the kingdom outside the Placebo Walls
— the lunatic fringe —
