Hermes

The god turns a blind eye
To the acid seething
Hard and bitter words
That could be written,
But rather writes of love and lust.
This shift of focus
Might be seen
As the waxing and waning
Of lunatic language,
Or as the purification of springtime.

Cloud writing
Pouring from the face of the god
Like the unruly hairs
Of his unkempt beard.

Wisdom arises from
The ashes of the masculine
floating silken layered
Languid on the waters
Of the eternal sea.

In The Powder Room

Social climbing
Through the city
Might tend to make
A beauty gritty.

Focus now, concentrate,
And choose a man
Who can
Afford the hourly rate.

The True Magdalene

Her song:  My time in the limelight, the spotlights and the bright lights has made things clear to me.  Now I've got a feel for the dharmic wheel, and more than that, an annealing of that feeling; a gambler's feel for knowing what's the deal.  So here's the deal: I'll be his true Magdalene to the end - just call me Miss Unity.  He's rich and fun to be with; how bad can all that be?

His song:  I'm in the autumn of my time and the end of time is nigh, and I've got some heartfelt dreams that I'd like to gratify.  I want this woman for my wife; cock and heart's delight at the end of my life.  When someone this fine comes to you, you build her in your life square and true.

Snap

I'm confused and all mixed up, my mind is in a funk.  Sometimes today you are OK, but yesterday you stunk.  Right now I'd raze your lands and dam your stream; I'd poison your coffee to show my esteem; I'd damn you to hell, which you richly deserve (only the devil's attentions would serve).  But in a moment, I know, my thoughts to a remembered glow will go and I will love you still (I think I'm going to be ill).  I must strive to make it true that that (fingers snapping in disgust) is all I care for you.

In The Looking Glass

Just now, while preening in the glass, I saw
The light of dawn illuminate God's Law!

The seals are broken, the barrel has burst;
Flood waters rising, prepare for the worst!

Our time, I see, has come to an end:
A rapturous harvest is coming to send

Those who are ready up into the air
To live in a Kingdom free from despair.

But wait! It might not be a fantasy,
But more a part of our reality.

Perhaps what will alter is how we see
The Kingdom spread before you and me.

Thus is it always with revelation,
The vision can change with penetration.

God gave us reason to see through the veil;
Only by failing to think can we fail.

Touch

In your winter of imprisonment, your time of frozen sentiment, you have carefully rebuilt yourself, prepared for when you're off the shelf.  The good and the bad, all grist for the mill; grand passion is a potential still.  Purified, protected and prepared -- you're fit to fill with what you will.

Barroom Disconnect

A wicked riff shattered the smoky air of the barroom.

In a subterranean thought she saw him in his tomb.

Another face of the goddess of love, one must assume.

In paradise we all live in the shadow of the loom.