Mitchell Metz

Love Song to Mary Magdalene From the Guy on the Left I've watched you haunt the well with your empty vessel, flaunting sex and repentance. You want it hot and holy? I'll build us temples in bed and stock them with ammo. You can wash my feet. That jerk in the middle? Hell, he won't save you - he don't know you from Adam. It's all about him, see? They'll have to bust my legs or I'll hang here all week-end. He'll be giving it up before supper. My lust runneth over. Come whore your soul at my cross. ********************************************** Myth Takes a Hit (The Odyssey, Book III) Whipped to a run at dawn, Nestor's horses shake yoked shoulders, wing their way unreluctant. Meanwhile smallish men sleep, dream the aromas of hot cunt and coffee, wake with erections, choke down eggs over easy and toast. It may be myth takes a hit among cynics some mornings. But the horses, they keep running. Whip, then, the shadows of their lathered flanks and eat with me Wheaties.

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