Λωτtοφfάγοι

Λωτtοφfάγοι
Where broken threads come to rest.

Island of the Lotus Eaters™

Those of my men who ate the honey-sweet lotus fruit had no desire to retrace their steps; their only wish was to linger there with the Lotus-Eaters, to feed upon the fruit and put aside all thought of a voyage home. - Odyssey, Book IX

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Bodyhammer

This is a spoken-word excerpt from "Bodyhammer," a song I wrote for the rock trio Agnes in 1997.

Once upon a machine we bent the rib-cage
To taste the whip, hot sting locked in the chest
The clavicle harness, buckled
Taut saddle ride the spine

Claw to grip smile and eyelid, arthritic
Knuckle, canine and incisor fondle
A Parkinson fist, the tingle of punishment
The whip
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