Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making...
The sun shone from
behind frozen skies
speaking as old photographs
which serve to trigger
memories we said were
Living a plain jane lifestyle.
Years spent staring
up at her sister and thinking
she was a peasant staring
at a princess.
She tried to hide...
Lucid dreams kept me awake
all night, making allegations
testing my trust in myself
to keep my own secrets.
Reminding me of...
One does not look upon flowerpots with lust,
One does not tremble at the sight of a chair,
One does not lust for microwave ovens,
All objects without a heart,
All soulless objects without a chance of happiness,
But blessed by ignorance of their fate.
I am not so lucky,
I share their rank and fate,
But have been denied that blissful ignorance.
And I do not curse this because of a lack of sex,
But because in order to win any kind of love in this day and age,
You must naturally generate at least one iota of lust.
Maybe I’ll just take to fucking the flowerpots,
See if that takes me anywhere.