UNINVITED
“Do not mistake the rule of force
for true power. Men are not shaped by force.” Euripides, The Bacchae.
I have no wish
to be chopped into pieces
stuck together again
like Lego, like jigsaw puzzle
sacrificed in your honour
on the altar of my own desire
***
this morning a locked door
mysteriously unlocked itself
letting in the outside
my cats
an inexplicable look
across those little, feline faces
your cats are bigger
this aside, the resemblance
is uncanny
verging on exact
and so
here you are now
up to the divinely no good
scenarios springing to mind
I will instantly have to
shelve
in that part of the house cum self
expressly dedicated to things
maybe to
sublimate or
absolutely repress
and now to rewrite this little history, convince
myself clearly
case of obvious negligence Watson
nothing to see here
move on, move on
but check again
and again until the OCD destroy you
that you
beyond HAL-9000 ring of confidence
basically locked the door
***
poor Pentheus
I’m uncertain whether he
secretly wanted to be
or just
longed to fuck a Maenad
(Freud would
highlight here the text above
with note to self:
explore the Oedipal theme
of mother Maenad)
the god himself
with Mother issues
and
changing his shape
to that of wife
settles quietly, unobtrusively beside me
under the covers
asking me
whether I still harbour those haunting
Clarice Starling questions
and questions more
pertinent to the conundrum at hand
“did you
come through that door uninvited
or did I perhaps invite you
did it happen
in real time
or in some dilated state between
dream and death
are you
here for my death or
creative resurrection?
is this house
now other, its doors turned portals
or was it I who
not mindful of myself, ventured out
standing in the cold early morning, pre-dawn air
nakedly calling
not expecting for a second
that you would come.