SCRIBBLINGS BY A FRIEND OF zEuS!!

Its not what you want
its not even what you do,
its something in the dark premises of your isolated room.
What we saw as are sins
is all thats left in my doom,
it gives the pilgrim hope for a better COCOON.
Apple of discord is what they knew me as
but I live in Maison de Sante,
and I killed the fatted calf as a gesture of CONFISCATION.
I am in love with Lamia and a jump in the Avernus,
might take me to the world of HYPNOS.
Eros can live but I dont adore Him much,
'coz He just can't take me
to the left side of the CHURCH!!

Promethean

Splitting a bottle of some unknown wine
with a naked worm
in the middle of day

I rejoice
The bed is narrow
I long for squalor’s relaxation
fantasizing a dirty scene
& mopping the sheets with
an even more dirty rag
Tension in here
Mayday! Mayday!
The books look arranged
& of too many sizes and scales

Somewhere a step
A burglar has found & forgone us
Neighborhood is drunk
My woman desires me

Nothing happens
not even the obvious
but oblivion
Life can be too clean

Success like a screeching of brakes
pollutes the tunnel of my Silence
Thank you
even the dirt seemed a gift,
a continuity underlying
the breaking of leases...