Minotaur

You look for me

And I’m probably lost

In this, my labyrinth,

My very own Knossos,

That I can’t fly away from

Unless I want my wings to melt.

Smiling you unroll

Your string of cotton

Wishing/hoping that

It will take you safely out,

Even though it has failed

So many others before you.

By now I’m dreaming

You will find me

And finish what should have

been finished years ago.

But  I know,

(oh yes I know)

that your hand will tremble

before the final hit,

and crumbling,

begging for forgiveness,

you will fall before me;

but you’ll get none.

Finished on 10-24-2002

Eating body

Tender, tender flesh

ready to be eaten,

ready to be loved

(as if there was a diff’rence

between those).

And oh yeah - the lips,

the eyes, the hips,

the soul, the hole,

is all just one thing:

a meal.

Finished on 03-30- 2006