janus hearts carna

he watches the doors keeps
hinges oiled beats them with hammers
when he chooses. no one escapes
his symmetry, but carna she tries.

little nymph, her mother's time
and her dad ran off before
the dance recital. you wouldn't think
there could be love from time you'd might think
dual vision (at minimum, but two faces can turn
more quickly than two hearts, so future and past
being what the boy sees in the present gives an nth degree
kinda feel to the whole opening/closing thing (at minimum!) )
i said a coin with two heads, you might think

the sight of his love in two places at once
would fill the copse he nestles . she wants
a emblem of his gratitude . he gives her power
over hinges and handles. oh what a life
of crime he wills her. meanwhile in thessaly

a lady in odellay, mother of tons of sons of
water ways and brilliance is in censed!
they got the names
wrongs in the tabloids aGain, algernon, you'd think
wouldn't you that a goddess wouldn't have to compete
with a nymph for tablet space but this modern world...
o camese o carna or tibernius, o dharma omygawd !!
did you see he made her a goddess?! Cardea
"Her power is to open what is shut; to shut what is open." that's IT
i don't care
how many tributaries are on their way into rivers
i'm not staying with him one more day. you can
tell the goddamn press anything you want to, algi baby,
not one more eon with that two faced
nymph poking curly bearded bastard oh my mother warned
me about men
with curly beards she said camese
it's not that i don't like beards, but janus
takes such good care of his, it's almost obsessive
and he's got two! the story had to end there
and then cuz you couldn't get rid of the italics.
there was enough on the tablet to sink
his little vampire witch protectress
scenario (wonder WHO
they're talking about now?) and as for patroness of children-
she had the testimony of little tiberius himself
saying carna --NOT cardea never would she call that slut
by by her honorific, goddess of THREshOlds!? wtf!?- come to his banks, wearing
her guazey roman toga, fresh from
her nap, and dance right
there in his innocent blanket
of sand until the sun
reached behind her and pulled off her dress.
o yes.