Here, Camus

Suicide

a Minotaur

stalks

the Labyrinth

the Folds

of my Brain

Dark

Foul Smelling

Masculine

He sees me

he bellows

he paws

the Slime

with his Black Toe Nails

Jack Fruit Breath

shoots out his Nostrils like
Steam out of a Whistle

I know he wants to impale me

but Every Couple of Days

I venture in

to look at him

The Game is

I must find my Way out of the Labyrinth

before he skewers me

on his Jet Black Horns

I run with the Conviction that Some One must care

Some where

in Space

or through Time

that I have lived

a Door opened in Darkness

an Ant Hill stacked around a no Thing

that screams out of my Eyes

calling a Saviour to me with a Double Helix's Wail:

“ Perpetuate

Procreate

Children

Send me vomiting forward

Let me throw away my Skin and keep moving

This is why Music was invented

Dances begun

Electricity poured down Bones

Songs torn from Sternums

Poems jotted down for Safe keeping

Stories compiled

Religions asserted

Wars fought

Enemies let make love

and dry the Sheets

on which they tussled

with their re Captured Breath and

Hysterical Laughter

The Button pushed and the Cycle repeated

The Washing Machine started

the Dinner Ware placed

and the Garden tidied

So you don't have to listen to the Siren

within the Siren

shout

‘ What's the Point?

What's the Point?

What's the Point? ’

Every Time the Beast gets out ”

A Hero saves me

Every One wins

even if no One gets it

and I argue with the Mythologists