Oedipus.

for I am blind,
I can not write
excuse these over lapping lines.
To spoken verse
These words are ritalin
I am confined
in my mind.

the divine
To calm and question
and return the memories
of shepherd's words.
His riddles gave me extra time
and caught
before he saught
this blind man cursed.

A Mother's touch
placed on my thigh
engorged desire.
and rises up
Erected is a fool of lies;
a soldier playing
with maternal fire.

by my own wings,
A butterfly pinned
I do now pine
as Jocasta swings
and sways to her own tune.
I kissed that neck,
and released myself
frictioned yet fine
with a gold brooch.

for I am blind,
I can not write
inside this mind.
these wrongs are left
Excuse the overlapping lines.
Excuse these overlaps of mine.

MEDUSA.

Snaky curls,
venemous tongue,
eyes that can turn to stone.
All skin. All bone.
Did you look in the mirror darling?

PARIS REFUSED.

He talks to me
About Noddy hats
As he nicknames me ‘Big ears’.
Constantly obsessed
With that fucking harp,
Harping on as we dance
In the disco of his voice.
Spotlights on the floor:
Yolks of the sun.
He provokes sarcasm
By telling me I’m the world
As the floor rotates
Around us.
Does the hour glass ever change?
The salt stars never seem to fall.
The shore bitterness is tasted
At the back of the throat.
I wash it down
With a whiskey that won’t quit.
The bitterness he sees later
As this pincer nips at my fools’ pride.
Paris you lied to me.
Paris, you lied.