APHRODITE POEMS
INHERIT THE EARTH
.
day blaring rock
cool jazz
night universally
reserved for
rhythm and blues
and would that
not be old Orpheus
picking, plucking at strings
master of the fretboard can
make Rickenbackers roar
Tele-Stratocasters sing
so that all
beauty-smitten stay
for the duration
trapped
in that chord-sequence
.
and she
whose memory so jars me
following me
from the underworld but
how faithlessly
I turned
.
so arrogant to assume
that time
my be conquered, distance
a thing
to laugh at
freeze – framed, an
ice
sculpture
Aphrodite’s Adonis as
disaster made plain