18 July 2010

photos from my sweetheart the drunk



DAISY

DAISY STANDS SLIM
ON HER STEM
TOW-HEADED
UNAWARE-
THAT THE GREEKS CALL HER
MARGARITA.

Daphne fled from Apollo

she knew blood and foam
on bedding, screams accompanying
her birth, she prayed for laurel leaves
Transfigured into knotted branches,
Maiden hair to coarseness, skin to bark
to evade rape

But Daisy, my baby
Margarita
Sleep.




The Metamorphosis of Daphne into a Laurel tree by Apollo
Charles Sims