Asphodel MeadowsΩ
Through the use of my
coltan fantastic1
I’ve come to know the rivers of the underworld
Styx ::  prominent, labyrinthian, early ’80’s
Acheron ::  the river of pain, darkly erotic, Burgundian
Lethe ::  gateway to oblivion,
scrambled
Skinemax
Phelgethon ::  molten, flows thru Tartarus, re:UFC
Cocytus ::  made of tears, strangely sanguine
Oceanus ::  edge of the mortal world, Californian
Gowanus ::  spans lost dolphin graveyard, purple-er than Newtown Creek
(I’ve come to think of traffic
as something nefarious
like banana-flavored
fluoride
salads at a steakhouse
flavor crystal gum
a poignance in the air
like kimchi’s ferment)
(a reckoning will come via the post)
Quotidian Rebirth ::
in burial comes not defeat but
endless (dot)wavs of
Apocrypha.
1Nokia smartphone.