#atalanta
crushes frail men underfoot
scattering yellow-bellied petals
like feeding corn
for her foxes.
my atalanta
holds the tongues and throats of kings
choking them,
forcing their poison back
down their throats.
my atalanta
burns institutions and skyscrapers
enveloping cities in magma
blowing them away
like cigarette ash.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Three golden apples
And she chased every one.
Raised by Henry and Daisy and Maisy...
And searching for the sun.
And when wise counsel came to me,
"Don't do it, don't do it! Never tie."
The same as you in top hat and tails
As the addled world flashed by.
And we are turned to lions, lions,
Through every evasive moonshine,
Through every ****** up bloodline,
Through every love divine.
Could we worship her right now?
Could she bring back your arms to me, for me?
And I would praise the dove, the swan, the myrtle tree.
I would board your ship
Hand you my spears and cut my hair,
And tend to every battle scar
If you saved me from this mountain air.
And we are turned to lions, lions,
Through every evasive moonshine,
Through every ****** up bloodline,
Through every love divine.
Three golden apples
And she chased every one:
Little Atalanta
Still searching for the sun.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC