hed wake in the morning after a
hefty night of lifting dreamsfighting his way out or traipsing tenuous
labyrinths without Ariadnes helpthe Minotaur snortinghot on his heels no cinema wire to fly from wall
to wall to keep out of reach poor Minotaur like the disfigured Hunchback of
Notre Dame Poseidon couldnt resist
himselfhad to have his finger in the pie he sent a pure white bull to Minos who ruled
Crete revealing his favour the bull was
to be sacrificed to him but Minos owing to
the animals beauty could not so as Gods and
humans are petty Poseidon made Minos
wife Pasiphae fall in love with the bull and bewitched or beGodded Pasiphae had Daedalus the craftsman fashion a hollow cow so she could mate with the bull same Daedalus who took the gig to build the
Labyrinth where the Minotaur was held
seemed Daedalus got the clean end of the stick
until Minos caught wind he made the cow
imprisoned with his son Icarus clever Daedalus collected feathers and devised wings for their escape but Icarus flew too near the sunwho listens to their old man the beeswax melted and he plunged to his death
into the sea the sea which seemed to him better than filthy city concrete anall the gawddamned people
crowding roundsniffing blood later telling their psychiatrists what the explodedmeat
Rorschach meant
which would have been revealed from above for
posterity by intrepid New York Times Washington Post Wall Street Journal
photographers with their fucking iPhone or Android
play with a bull ya end up getting a horn
but mornings hed wake and before
he could make his bed he found himself with a snoot full and have to stop get a
handkerchief blow his nose
also seemed that going from prone to upright filled his
bladder
which he emptied first was a coin toss
if he
was a betting man it would have made for a more interesting morning
nose emptied
bladder emptied
bed made
he hustled to clean the catboxes
and feed his ferals inside and out
an during his hustle an antics he
entertained himself with remembered dreams and WHY
THE FUCK did he have them because he believed his dreams werent overnite
entertainment but rather germane to his life and existence
with cats cared for coffee brewing he wrotefilled journals journals
that were every bit as filled to brimming as was his morning nose and bladder
0951, Thursday,
14 10. 21
1729,
Saturday, 16 10. 21
Joni Mitchell Big Yellow Taxi https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94bdMSCdw20
Counting Crows Mr Jones
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-oqAU5VxFWs
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