Morpheus
told me not to write a poem
he
scribbled ‘insomnia’ on a certificate
faked a
signature
he massaged
my scalp
brushed my
eyelids with his fingertips
traced the
wrinkles on my forehead
‘You don’t
have to,’ he croaked
in the
rippling night
the writhing
oroborus of to dos and musts
inched
around my chest
Morpheus
took a leak in the ensuite
spat in the
basin
turned on
the light
I found the pencil on my bedside table
Oh yeah! Nailed this one. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI think Morpheus was intwo places at once. Really felt this one.
ReplyDeleteI hate to say this but every time I read about this Morpheus character I think of the Rocky Horror Show ... so some it conjures up Franknfurter and friends for me ... I know it's deeply deeply wrong ... but there you have it
ReplyDeleteAnd Prospero and The Tempest via Forbidden Planet
ReplyDeleteOh I love those references Kit. And for me Morpheus has a charisma. a long black leather jacket, eyeliner, transformed into our contemporary/recent past world I see him hopping across subcultures, he is horrifying but also kind of incorrigible for me. Rocky Horror sits fine with me, and the others ... Forbidden Planet yay.
ReplyDeleteAnd Susan, he is everywhere!
ReplyDeletenice poem too. So Morpheus is attractive and charismatic?
ReplyDeleteit's actually Morbius I think in FP ... but it's the magic of suggestion we're talkin about here
ReplyDeletenot to mention sister morphine...
ReplyDeletehow long have i been lying here
... why does the doctor have no face
etc
Attractive in a wrecked kind of way. But you don't want him around, because he won't let you sleep, and he is completely insensitive, and a pain.
ReplyDeletea lout with that bad man attraction. great poem
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