The 2River View

A Red Thread Runs Through All of Us: Theseus

Ariadne provided Theseus the knife to kill her brother.

She was hoping to get laid for this.

I’ve heard the fat of people congeals to the shape of stars.

I’ve heard human flesh tastes like pork.

I’ve heard the Minotaur began with wet kisses

before mouthing chunks of a virgin’s upper thigh.

In Theseus’s hunger to be the hero, he unraveled Ariadne,

easy as a ball of thread. Knocked her up and left her

on an island made from the bones of her brother’s victims.

After cutting the bull’s head off, Theseus reached his hand

from neck to skull scooping out bull-brain like ice-cream.

Theseus put the monster’s head on his head—

a mask that shows more accurately how he saw himself.

Missed Another Protest: Labyrinth

Your thoughts turn into

a hundred thousand nuclear bombs

down here in the dark.

You do not need light, your hands

follow the walls like a road leading

anywhere other than here.

Oh, how you put your faith

in poetry and protest signs.

You’re not stuck in a room

so much as in a mouth.

Teeth stacked like bricks,

the tongue is your red thread out.

If you can just find the next line,

you might weave an exit sign.

Here is the image of a bronze bride

suspended from the ceiling.

Someone must make

dinner for the minotaur.

That is, someone must be

dinner for the minotaur.