Is There Enough Art In Your Life?

Eight Dash MacIntyre poems

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Eleusis

the world has the gloom of an empty wishing well

in a closed suburban mall

so I offer my day to the eleusinian mystery

and I offer demeter my hotel room locked for hours

and my fingers to key the hallucinations she’d like to orchestrate

and she pours the kykeon down the throat of my whatever is deep

and my ego recedes into the persephonic everything

and when I return I am an initiate into the cult of abyss babel

I’ve been to the underworld already

and now I won’t ever be afraid again.

Sapphic Endurance

twenty-five centuries later

her poems still are read

fragments only without context

attributed to her or so they say

the lost and long gone they

but still they inspire and excite

true to herself in her own time

her own era

that’s how you endure forever.