He sips his green tea
Long fingers grasping the cup
He sighs, world weary

He sees his bonsai
Needs trimming before he leaves
He’s glad of this chore

He grabs his scissors
Poised to trim the bonsai branch
He snips and pauses

He’s imagining
Incitatus sitting there
Under the bonsai

Putting down the shears
He picks up the bonsai and
Throws it at the wall...   read more »

He’s waiting for her
For his brothers lady love
A foolish woman

He takes out the cross
The one he made his brother
It was a present

He made it for him
For his little white pet mouse
That stupid white mouse

His brother was proud
Proud that he taught a rodent
To sit like a dog

He fingers the cross
It took him three days to carve
He was never thanked

He never knew why
His brother loved that white mouse
More than he loved him

He’s waiting for her
For another well trained pet
This time he’ll be thanked...   read more »

Demonstrating his skill
In dissecting
Obscene grin spreads
Getting the better of him, he laughs
Each little incision is eternity
No need to rush
Eternity is passing
Silence

Angels weep when he smiles
Loving the curve of his lips
Overjoyed at the statues movement
Yearning to see him smile again
Soon it is past
Into memory
Until he smiles again
Silence...   read more »

Your skin is like the alabaster, prized
By the ancient Egyptians
Who fashioned it into lamps
To burn precious oil.

You walk like the cat
Praised by the Egyptians
Who worshipped the aloof
Sleek, mysterious feline.

Eyes like the blue sky
In which travels the sun
Your eyes are warmer
And more deadly.

Will you walk along the Nile?
Will you notice the women
Longing for you as you pass by?
Will you be tempted by less than a goddess?

You smell of the lotus
Hypocrite Lecteur
Did one of the ladies find fair
In your cold eyes?

You are muscled like a statue
But colder
And harder
And less alive

I love you
As the Greek Echo loved Narcissus
All you hear is what you say to me
But I am pleased to resonate your voice

Is your heart lighter than a feather?
Oh man with whom the Gods find fit
To challenge and put to death
Magician, executioner, Osiris....   read more »

He shall thunder in the sky
And his canvas will be flesh
And his paint will be pain
And he will carve his meaning
And he shall see his day

He shall thunder in the sky
And those who would harm him
Will tremble and be silent
And he will do what he pleases
For it pleases him

He shall thunder in the sky
And he will hold his lantern high
He will judge as he sees fit
And his heart will not be eaten
For he sees he is rightous by his own scale

He shall thunder in the sky
And his brother will be brought low
He will triumph
And he will laugh
For he is pleased for it to be so

He shall thunder in the sky
And his eyes will be as fires
So as to light his way
His will is as stone
For he is as stone

He shall thunder in the sky
He shall rumble in the ground
He shall scream with the cyclone
He shall find his honest man
And slay him without pause....   read more »

While she was waiting, the troll that sat under the bridge captured the white wolf and hid him under the bridge. The troll went about business as usual, until a Ms. Goldilocks pinned him for the theft of some porridge from a group of rather angry bears. Without the white wolf around, the three bears were...   read more »

Lady fair, with limbs of grace
Hair of silk, and pretty face
Tempt the Gods, oh one divine
With bottles of Capraia wine.

Dine with God at ocean side
You laugh and giggle, full of pride
At what you plucked to add to your
Collection of men, you filthy whore....   read more »