Category: Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend
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Questions for a podophiliac
Tell me, what’s so cool about glass slippers you only wear at royal balls? Calves are sexier in high heels and the butt angle is more inviting. When I think of slippers I think of fuzzy comfort to keep your feet warm not something that may shatter, if a Prince Charming steps on your foot.…
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Pleiades rejoice
the heavens were hooded last night the Perseid meteor shower hid from view a slice of the moon played peek-a-boo with clouds, I asked questions of myths and constellations, mused that if Orion carried an EpiPen and didn’t die from a scorpion’s sting and had erectile dysfunction and every mythic star knew the Pleiades wouldn’t…
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Ayn Rand forgot to spit
Allied with the losing side of history Atlas was condemned to bear the sky upon his shoulders But sculptors didn’t get the memo and had him holdup a globe of the world I used to ask myself how is this possible To hold up the world while standing on a mountain on the western edge…
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Dung beetle
It doesn’t take a cultural war fueled by penis envy to uncover a lost cause Or a stormy porn star to tell the world a myth has a small penis Atlas sided with Titans who ate their young to stay in power and lost His statue sits in a museum posing like a dung beetle…
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The Congress of Birds
(any allusions to Attar’s The Conference of Birds are subconscious and probably intentional) Birds fuss at the sun squirrels, the neighbor’s cat a snake and other birds They call back and forth in bushes and trees from fence and power lines Some may even bully honk get out of my way I’m coming through There…
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Theo Meteoroi
You stared out into night skies and could not find the lion or swan the eagle or ram, Orion or the bear You wanted to believe – you wanted to see the magic you thought maybe you were blind or maybe you were not spiritual enough You argued with the Theoi Meteoroi and questioned who…
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The Problem with the American male
Once upon a time, the American male sat up in the middle of the night and became woke and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all the gods and goddesses of Bullfinch’s Mythology aren’t real and he reluctantly admitted to himself that all of his boyhood fantasies are misogynistic nonsense and he knew man came…
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Hit the road Jack
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner didn’t use a fork and all the little girls knew he wasn’t a good boy Jack be nimble – Jack be quick Jack poked a woman with a stick never trust a politician who obsesses with his hair Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a…
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