'and yet I lie alone' <br />Sappho <br /> <br /> <br />A brook runs through her beloved son's remote house <br />she who dreams is this maternal brook <br />as well as the house that becomes uninhabitable <br /> <br /> <br />someone is raising her out of bed why not <br />her arms are stiff from the night <br />drugged old lady waiting like Sappho <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br />Smell of pee from her badly washed sore genitals <br />(a brook ran through the house of her beloved son) <br />who washes this naked woman still alive? <br /> <br /> <br />carefully she opens her slits <br />lie waiting like Sappho she would not when young <br />drugged old lady waiting like Sappho <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br />An unknown MAN raised her up from the grave <br />an obnoxious music hall performer with wings oh! <br />her OWN son was going to land with his aircraft in her room! <br /> <br /> <br />she hides the cheese sandwich in the towel <br />next to her plate with manna from heaven <br />drugged old lady waiting like Sappho<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jocasta-2/
