Zodiac
What the sleepers don’t know is this:
Thomas was a Virgo - literally!
Peter, not Jesus, was a Capricorn
who couldn’t see the pebble for the mountain.
John was a Libra in the best and worst sense
of the word (it ultimately saved his ass).
Both Jameses were born a day apart.
A Cancer and a Leo, respectively, they worked
stealthily and well together.
Andrew was a Pisces who fished for answers
in the deep well of the unconscious.
Philip was an Aquarian; always last to the party
and first in the esoteric know.
Nathaniel was a Taurus;
the less said of him the better.
Matthew’s Scorpion nature allowed him
to transcend the literati.
Simon, the Gemini Zealot, allowed
the dichotomy within to still
the dagger in his hand.
Jude, a typical Aries, found his way
into the heart of the matter.
And Judas the Sag pointed the way.
Of the Magdalen and The Christos, we can only say this:
The hieros gamos was attended and witnessed
by twelve guests, and though none of them
checked the wedding registry,
there was enough wine for everyone
to participate in the wedding toast.
What’s Your Sign?
When someone asks me
“What's your sign?”
I want to be flippant
and say Slippery When Wet.
But that’s not me,
and I don’t want
to answer in pictograms,
or heart-shaped hands.
But if you insist,
I’ll tell you, one night,
most likely in December,
when L.A. skies are clear,
and it’s quiet, and cold.
I’ll set up my telescope,
point it at the Crab Nebula
and say, “Here you go,”
and wait for you
to either stare into
the history of
a billion years,
or swing the telescope
across the cosmos
to find yourself out there.
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