Jocasta

How cruel the fates are,
Using me as a pawn in their game.
How could he be recognized?
I had seen my son only three days,
Before Laius took him away,
Prophecy becomes fact.
With the king's death,
Murderer took his place.
Thebes accepted their new king.
And I, Queen of Thebes, took my new husband.
Was our blasphemous love by choice?
I send my curse on the fates
This, my last resolution;
I will no longer be a pawn.

Murder

Tilt my head to the side. Caress
My unresisting body. Vacant
Eyes, Cringing skin.
Do what you want; You;ve won
Already, I don't fight. Numb
Mind, shallow breath. Stroke gently
Over bruised and battered skin.
Pull back my hair. Internal
Scream, building rage. Whisper softly
My name then issue threats.
Your breath, like fire
On my neck. Each time, killing
Another piece of me.

Storm Window - Conrad Hilberry

Pet Sitting

I
Volunteered
To watch the goldfish
Of John’s, But when I awoke
Golden fins were dulled bronze.
The poor little fish with upturned,
Swollen belly, had glazed vacant
Eyes, and was quick to be smelly.
Sparkling water that once splashed
And churned, had become eerily quiet,
And left me concerned. I had no choice
But to throw him in porcelain bowl,
And dash to the pet store, Flittering
Fish as my goal. I handpicked
A fish, finding a chubby,
Golden twin. The task
Was not easy Due
To a white speck
On the fin. New Fish
Was placed in glass
Basin to roam, Awaiting
His new owner, John, to come home.

"Ballad Beginning with a Line by Robert Bly" R. S. Gwynn

I found this in an old notebook...and this isnt as dirty as it sounds haha

I jump on the bed with everyone else. It's the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on, even with three girls and two guys compressing my body. My head spins as limbs collide and torsos crash like waves; And we indilge others still to join. Everyone's voices encourage the false orgy we conduct. I feel soeone at the foot of the bed, and hold my arms our, welcoming another player to the game.

P.S. I've decided to start writing poems/author for the titles (it's good for you to read poetry, Kevin, proooomise).