My mother-fucking Greek tragedy
May 9, 2021
Slowly rolling that boulder
Up Oedipus’s mother’s
Rounded belly
Contemplating time and how it is
Beautiful
Imperfect never and always on my side.
Before you get carried away
By innuendo
Watch your heels
Running in those stilettos
Blood red
Across the tarmac
Of the illusive
Leaves beneath my feet
Crunching in the fall
Of youthful yellow high-tops
Don’t trip
On the past and we
With sheathed swords
Laugh with me again
Now, we blend
We tie
Knots
Who would have thought
Not I.