a response to ‘perseus and andromeda in landscape, from the imperial villa at boscotrecase’

she is pearled, a prize
i have lost my eyes, for what else is worth my sight?
the wind kisses a storm across her
nibbles leave her polished still –
maybe a bite would do
arm splayed & taut, the other rested
power of blood absent under chains

perseus, the magpie in this occurrence
erect at desire; at andromeda
he is near swallowed in a fog of green
(a swamp of landscape & seascape
each becoming the business of the other –
both without asking)
with lyre & cloak he is stuck in advance

the cache guarded by one with slobbered chops
crested as a beacon to things that susurrate in the night
coiled in assumed waters
tail peaked with faux-torpidity –
o, ketos, to devour such & live is impossible
emergence into death is a fate awaiting;

Featured image held in the public domain via Wikimedia.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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