oh no, more poetry! flee, little children, flee!

[earthbelow]

For some reason, I write the most cracktastic poetry during my lit class. Mostly because all the intellectual and literary wank makes me need to retreat to my Happy Place^TM.



Oedipus says, "I stayed in Rhodes,
next to my mother, well spoken as she was
because I know fate
it does not know me
my father is alive 'til he dies
from a head cold
he caught from me.

Oedipus says, "I went to the sea."
Sailed a sailor on the salt and sand
in the port of Egypt
where there were sweet women
of a dark and magical skin
He realizes this and this only:
"I am the child of sun and sea
My father-Ra dies every night
I make it so by worship
In the morning I bed the sea, my mother
The Fates will tell you things
wonderful to hear in sorrowful tunes."

Oedipus says, "To Corinth then I went.
And the Sphinx asks me
Of those who walk on four, two, three legs
I think of the old man on three legs
that my father should grow to be
So to the Sphinx I tel a lie.
And this is the lie I tell
'It is I.'
The Sphinx well understands me
It knows that I am not."

Oedipus says, "My name is Theodorus,"
to the man he means on the road
And he says he was wounded in battle
with a man in a tavern who
"told lies about my parents
The man laid at my feet
and stabbed me, hideous.
Let me pass, I seek to find him out."
And though they bicker at an impasse
This tale bends their will
There is, a fortnight later
a dead man in a tavern
They ask and Oedipus says, "That was
Oedipus. I am Theodorus. Ask my father."

Oedipus says, "Let no one moral bury him."
And so the shepherd who came down
only to speak of a long dead man on a far gone road
does not return home again.
Oedipus, law giver and he who answered the Sphinx
dictates the will of the gods, as only he can.
The shepherd outside the house lies
Raunch and well-festered
Blind, honest Tiresias beside him.
Young Ismene and her wicked, wild sister
Pity and mad fire between them
Go and sprinkle disastrous resolution
in their handfuls of dirt.
Oedipus does what is needful.
And the city yields and reaps a-plenty
when next the harvest comes
And the people tell of blind, daughterless Jocasta
still screaming of a rumor
That she has borne a terrible thing to a terrible thing
They peruse her riddle
And call her Sphinx-woman
Oedipus does not, for he knows in his heart -
Death to any man who dares answer.


....




i dreamed the soft bulb of you
my teeth bit down on phantom fleshy mass
animal reactions are such

we are not there
i am here
thus separated
Physics asserts it's sovereignity in every fall

but there is a place where it gets fantastic screwy
logic without rules
a game with only the constant of change
and we all play
hungry lean things stalking in grass, furious youthful with glee

and there we are
'til physics consents

so help me the smooth the slide
intentional deliberate planned
and *still* a big surprise
(such is the castle, every time)

oh.
my.
god.

I see withot eyes
construct bright liquid crystal images where
only sensation gives me the coded ones and zeroes
taste 0110011. [/skin]. ;return true heat

here we live.

you with the one bullet
so careful of when you fire

me with the arsenal
focused on pulling but one trigger

BANG.
YOU'RE DEAD.

Mostly I don't go there
i like the deafening silences
here in limbo.



- Meg