mythology – Page 2 – poems 2 die for

CYCLOPS

ICARUS INSTINCT

I barged into
the temple of
artificial intelligence

stormed out
after dismantling and
indeed liberating
a host of automatic
telling
and vending machines

flew up to the firmament
with the eye for aeronautics
of an ancient Daedalus
deluxe

soaring Sun-ward like his son
determined that the destiny
should be
becoming child
of the cosmos beyond which
no sense to aspire.

DIAMONDS

before I knew it
my life had
for better
or for worse

gone
full mythological

Homer had
fallen from the heavens
down on
my ten year old
head

and Aphrodite, my god,
how that goddess killed me
then
thereafter
and every day since

if not in
divine form, then with
the active collusion
of her
clones and copies
and would-be
avatars

each as gorgeous as
they were fake

but you
were the one
she must have chosen
specially

      inner outer beauty
got in
hearts, diamonds, spades
(and so
    your namesake
did
   sing of diamonds)

time has passed on
but the poem
won’t
forget

BLUE STAR

blue star
my blue star

keep
shining

when I am gone
keep shining

charm the sleeping world
with memories, stories

of he who
sang such songs
for his lost
Eurydice

that
the rocks, the trees
awoke from their slumber
to share
the beauty of
this sadness

blue star

my blue star

keep shining
help me remember
before I go

why
I am here

FIRE

SHOSHONE

SHOSHONE

you were so in
need of the fruit
from the tree of antithesis

when I came upon you
arrived on the scene
slithered amongst you
rattling my
tail off to wake
you up

not much hope there
popping gobstopper-sized
pills to kill
your anxiety

already
you can see what
it has done to
your internal rhyme

scheme and system
pretty much shot to Hell

last to say this, for
obvious reasons, but
right now,
      at this juncture, need
to stand
outside yourself, commit
to alterity, flick
         switch to at least
semi-
    Slavoj

dialectic might be just
a pipe dream
   but what better
pipe
    conduit to great
spirit do we
full Shoshone have?

BRIDGE

BRIDGE

they found a tunnel under
the Garden of Eden

a German archeologist
excavated it

seems some contraband may
have found its way through
a labyrinthine network
to places where its
presence
could not have been
more destructive

to the great mythology of
what went down here
who
was to blame
and what it means

adding to the neverending theology
and spiritual analysis

for which resolution we actually also
need the bridge

a bridge has yet to
found in the garden of Eden

we can only begin to imagine
how finding one will
structurally change things

GREEN

GREEN

the rains

       the rain
       the rain
        the rain

have given
the grass, the trees,
the plants

a lush edge

the green fingers of
the gods responsible
for green

have grown
greenier

and me
on the margins

liminal
as usual

feeling both oddly alien
and strangely at home