It’s not leaving if you never intended to stay.
Where are you now, boy?
It’s the winter, you know.
It’s too late to die for Eurydice,
but Persephone will be back soon…
She’ll leave the pomegranate seeds behind, this time.
I want you to tell me all you know you don’t know.
Don’t worry about the riddler fiddling on your roof.
Why compare yourself to him?
He barely existed.
His manuscript was all a trick
to trap curious little cats like you
who like to cradle mysteries.
Keeping themselves wrapped in Salome’s veils,
drowning in various shades of green, brown,
red, yellow, and blue..
It was probably a medieval cookbook
I wish it had a recipe to bring you to me.
I’d whip that up in a jiffy.
Someone told me you were dead.
Last seen with a lyre as a pillow
for your disembodied head.
Floating along the river,
Resigned to your watery bed
Piera’s springs dried up, they said,
after you drank your last cup
the moon sank into day, and vowed
never to rise again.
Everyone’s happiness is on a timer.
Didn’t your mama ever tell you that?
Tic toc, tic toc…
The proverbial mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck twelve, the slipper was lost
But every fairy still spins her tale
While this little Miss Muffet
Sits still on her tuffet
Wishing the spider away…