PROMETHEUS & PANDORA

Madame Swan

Are You Feeling

In Your Swans Today

Are You On Your Lake

Feeling The Waves Of

Heartbreak ?

‘Madame Swan’-

The Author

Pegasus, Pegasus

Our Dear Peggy Sue

Wears Her Triumvirate

As Were She Given the Wings

To Bear it

Who Rides the Tail

Of a Fiery Wind

When the Bends in the

Straits can Air it

The Western Sun

Inherit

What The Eastern

Recommends.

What Prometheus

Promises,

Pandora Begins

From A Sea Foam Perch

Pours Out Her Cream

As But A Little

Food For Trout

The Fish Who Share Their Dream

Of Sirens, Sandcastles & Sauerkraut

Wild Somersaults On Growing Limbs

Walking Ashore When Their

Thoughts Run Out.

‘THE EYE THAT SEES ALL, SEES LESS THAN THE EYE THAT DREAMS’.

Pegasus, Pegasus

Where Did Ye Roam ?

I’m Exhausted & Deleted

Trust You To Find

Our Way Home.

Is that too Conceited ?

For sure Pisces Come To Pieces

When Not Known what the Thesis

Or Where the Police is.

When One Feels Defeated.

I’d Lay in the Cut,

But they’ve Cut out the Creases.

A Curtsey to the Clowns

The Town Unleashes

Courtesy of the

Lost & Found

A Pirouette for the Dames

Percy fixed the levels

& Evened Out the Game

Simon while Simple

Still looks Disheveled.

A Myth with the Resume

Assumed to be Edited by

Authors in the Stench

Of their Rooms.

Before the Evening’s Ticket

To ‘Salome’

& The Leather Loafers Pebbled,

No Laces To Align.

Overhearing An Echoes’ Claim

‘Cause What He Mutters is Still the Same

Each & Every Time.

(He is a Bother to his Own Mother though Not a ‘Nutter’

& There’s Only So Much We Can Assign

Of Blame,

So Pass the Peanut Butter

& Spill the Jam,

I Heard This From His Brother,

One Of Us Was Eating Ham & Cheese,

As The Other Deleted Spam,

Cursing In Chinese,

Wringing Both His Hands) !

So Bless Him While He Staggers In Another Man’s Shame

& Still Give Less Than A Damn

While the Rudder of his Boat

Against the Grecian Coral Slams

With Disapproving Notes Singing Out: “I AM”

Through the Croak of Accusing Throats,

Whose Appetites Lust For Fame.

Sometimes he calls his Boat A Ship,

But Only if his Friends are Hip

& Grow Their Own Smoke.

When Michael Rowed The Boat Ashore

We Thought It Was A Joke.

HE RAN AGROUND !

& So We Kicked Him Around

& Sent Him Back Home In

Jesus’ Name

Until The Words He Spoke

Matched The Frequency Of

The Way He Came &

All The Things He Wrote.

As Pegasus Unravels His Wings While his Nostrils Snort

A Jelly Roll To Soothe The Soul &

The Ley Lines that Establish his Imminent Domain

From Ceylon To ‘C’est La Vie’

Men Take Shelter While Their Heroes Takes Aim

& Thus The Extent Of My Report,

As Far As I Can See

The Purview Of My Purse & Pulse

Exceeding The Bounds of Verse

Or Else, Chasing Hunger To Make Things Worse

& Hiding the Things I Plunder.

My Father Was A Seventh Son Who Came Through

Unrehearsed,

Split by Lightning, Slapped by Thunder.

A Stevedore By Trade

& In His Spare Time,

Stevie Wonder

Flying Blind.

A Pygmy perhaps, a Native

Or Welsh

(A Man Skins A Pelt

While the Lone Fox Search)

FOR

The One Who Suggested That

‘Hugo Furst’,

Be The Priest In Charge

Of The Church.

Who Loosens His Belt

With A Spanish Lisp,

The Tentacles Of An Octopus

& The Testicles Of A Celt.

Enough to make the Ice Caps Melt.

While Choking out a Gasp,

& Tightening Up His Fist.

Pegasus Drank the Mead:

Others Fell Into Their Wells

At Their Chosen Speed.

Through The Fountains

Of The Abyss.

The Ink Stains My Wrist

(& A Much Shorter Poem

Once Threatened To Be

What THIS IS).

Though,

To Make A

Long Story Short

Always Costs A Few

Bitches,

All The Tantrums Thrown

To Keep The Editor In

Stitches.

“I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL, BUT IF YOU GET THERE BEFORE ME,

PLEASE BE PATIENT”.

Pandora Turned Men into

Gnomes

On the Lawn

If They Displeased Her,

Unlike the Lovers She Turned into Swans

Who then Floated like Foam

Upon the Ripples of Moonlight

The Lakes Call Home,

Where The Fawns

Presume

Their Leisure

Few of them reminded her of Rome

NONE Of Them Were Caesar.

Then Again If Left Too Long Alone,

It Takes Vesuvius To Appease Her.

Prometheus Was

Prometheus &

No More Need Be Said.

Need More be Said, We’d

Be Dead, Just like

“If Marijuana Was Legal,

‘Weed’ All Be Free” !

Said ‘Said’ Whose Name

Is Wed To All The Stuff He Needs.

Though Lighting A Torch

On Sense Is Obviously

More Dangerous Than

Lighting A Spliff

Instead

Beneath

A Christmas Tree.

FIREWORKS !

But Still Must Take Days Off

Occasionally,

If Only To Take A Sniff.

Once The Elves Get Out

Of My Head &

I Leave My Bed

To Write Another Riff.

I Mean No Harm.

Though

As Close As I Am To

Security,

I Am Even Closer To

Alarm !!!!!!!!!

Pandora

Was Less Interested

In Her Curls

In the Other Girls

Than she was in

Transforming Poets,

Doves, Fragrant Dukes & Earls

From the Frozen Loins

Of Moonstone Tyrants

Of the Pirates

Whose Seed Gave Grit

To Oysters Tongue Tied

By the Size of their Pearls.

Their Errors Not Known

Only their Perils,

A Wince Of Eye

A Glimpse of Emerald

A Dash of Beryl.

Some Bounce Off The Glass

Some Smash Through To

Become Pharaohs

Whose Terrors are Always

Equal to their Tasks

Of Amending Their Wrath

Against Avenging Heralds.

Beneath the Daylight Stripes

The Masquerade Reduces to Ash

What Memory Fails to Wipe

While Cupid Takes Questions

Straightens Them Into

Arrows

Beneath The Sun Streaked Haze

Before Being Banished By A Left

To Right Swipe.

Pandora’s Palace Glimmers

Minus The Malice Of

The Simmering Irrationals Incomplete Gaze

Only A Sphinx Remembers

At Least As Most Days Go,

While She Fenestrate With Sheryl

On the Consequence of Love

Then Sailed We Both To The Isle Of Lesbos

(Isle Leave You To Wonder Whether

We Took Off From The West Coast).

I Hid In Her Womb When The Straits Were

Narrow,

When Scylla Would Of Charybdis

Boast.

(And Yes, I Do Know Who Scylla Is,

In Case You Thought I Cribbed This,

Just To Make A Toast).

Some Rebels Win Nobel’s For Lit

& Some Win First Prize Guessing

Foreign Smells By Sitting Next To It

Who Are No Less

Full, As Words Become Digital

Bit By Bit

& A Lost Language

To The Wise, Who Once Again

We May Surmise Are No Less

Full Of Shit

Too Stuffed To

See The Irony Between

The White Bread & The Breadth of Wit

That Spread like Sandstorms Across their Eyes,

Then Pulls The Wool Right Over It.

God Sustain The Rebels Who Take Stones

& Make Pebbles

& Takes A Hole In A Rock

& Calls It Home

With Only A Singing Bass

Stuck To A Plaque

& A Telecaster’s Treble

As A Little Of It Wobbles

While We Fade to Black

Where Beyond Locked Cobbled Walls

A Tree Silences Its Fables As It Falls

What’s the Point Of Wasting Sound

When Puget or People Are Not Around ?

Nor Able To Turn The Key Or Make

The Call To Share Around The Table

Some Of This Vision Came In My Sleep

The Rest I Got From Cable

Between Naps & Taking The Dog

Out For Air.

So Many New Breaths We Will Take

To Compensate For The Ones We Faked.

Then Roger I A Ginger Dame

& Dance Like Fred Astaire !

I Fancy A Twirl With A Reborn Queen

In The Loose Grab Of My Underwear.

Pegasus Parades In A Pork Pie Hat

In A Particular Manner That

Guarantees More Genial Waves

From Men Who Surf With Their

Hopes In Their Hands When Not

Resting In Their Graves.

As He Walks Through The Fair

His Pokey Eye Does Stare

He Tosses His Hair About

As If Apples Were In There

With all the Who’s & What’s

For The Wise, Though

None The Worse For Wear.

Halfway Between Bars,

YET

Caught Between the Dead &

Fixed Stars of Yeats,

Aligned to Illuminate Exactly Which

Comes First, Fading Starlight Or

Falling Rates.

& Their Effect On Future Wars.

An Analyst Debates The Masters

At Hand,

While Another Young Man

Masturbates.

Much Easier Said Than Done

On A Flat Earth Made

Of Spinning

Plates.You know what it’s like,

What Some Cows Do.

Some Cows Rue.

Others just Moo

& Some

Come Undone

BEFORE

They Become Glue

Which is to say;

I LOVE YOU TOO !

I Leave You Now To Empty the Zoo

The Night May Have A Thousand Eyes

But None Of Them Look Straight At You.

So Says Pegasus

With Sprinkled Oregano

For Emphasis

While Flapping About

Hovering Above

Where Memphis Is.

FISH MUST FEED

The Flutist Must Flout

The Poet’s Must Po

& Pied Pipers Really DO

LOVE PIE.

Take This FOOD FOR TROUT

Szechuan Ducks &

A Half Dozen Of The Other

A Pocketful Of Rye,

A Handful of Seeds.

Before PEGASUS Returns

To Gather The Smoke & Shadows

That

Frame His Night Sky Silhouette

Upon the Pale Horizon For The Compass

To Read Before The Dawn Has Set

Before the Harvest Cancels Out the Debt.

& Diminishes What We Need.

Michael rowed the BOAT ASHORE

HALLELUJAH !

THEN WE SHOT HIM.

He Should Have Come In A Bigger Boat

He Should Have Had More Men.

All He Came With Was ‘Amen’

So We Stripped Him ‘Til He Looked

Like Ramen

Then

Beat Him Some More Again

(Not At All Uncommon).

Then We Broke Eggs & Bread

Cooked Our Omelette’s On Him,

While Contemplating Our Sins.

Jamming with the Kilometers Crumbling,

Sipping On A Pimm’s

& Gripping The Grin That Grabs

My Gripe While Stumbling &

Stretching Out His

Limbs.

Michael Has Not Been Here For Awhile.

We Didn’t Break His Spirit,

We Weren’t Allowed To Get Near It

But We Certainly Broke His Smile

One Man’s Torment

Another Man’s Style

For As Long As He Will Bear It.

So Again,

I Offer This

‘FOOD FOR TROUT’

Before The Wingman Pulls

His Barrels Out.

LAST WORD ?

Prometheus &

Web Mistress In Bed

His Parallel Thrust Defending

His Manhood Inducing Her

Ecstatic Cries:

“Oh My God, I’m Trending” !!!

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