Sexton Poetry 03 -07

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 Labryrinth

The Minotaur
Son of Poseidons white Bull
Lived in a Labyrinth
and feasted on children
until beaten to death in his sleep.

Theseus the hero who killed him
Poseidons son murdered many a man and beast
on the road to fame.

Pasipha, bewitched,
had Daedalus the inventor
build her a hollow wooden bull
with a Vagina hole
for the great white Bull
to fuck her through.

Minos, Her Husband the King
imprisoned Deadalus
and his only son Icarus
In the Labyrinth he had created.

They built wax wings to fly away
But Icarus flew to high
and his were melted
by the heat of the Sun.

We are all touched by the divine.
All of us.

Heroes and monsters
sex fiends and genius's
perverted by circumstance.
Trapped in Labyrinths
or busy escaping them.
Killing beasts
Fucking them
or becoming them.

Or having become enamored
with the escape
lying charred and broken
fallen
upon the ground.