While experiencing a series of Shamanic Visions in the early 1980’s, John Sacelli met his totem Lynx (links) who introduced him to a series of inter-dimensional, alternative and past life adventures. John/Juan is the author of The AngeLynx Oracle, The Angelish Dictionary and Lynx in Time – the 1960’s and three books of poetry. He can be reached at salynx@me.com.
Websites: www.johnsacelli.org and www.angelynx.com
Apology
Some say Isis
had a crisis
she owes Apollo an apology
for her fling with Dionysus
and what are the odds?
in the affairs of the gods
she sided with Poseiden
against the Lord of Light and Reason
she owes Apollo an
apology
but gee
shouldn’t she be free
to choose
her lovers and her views
of sex and politics
and other tricks?
and who she screws?
Isis in a crisis
sensuous, lush, voluptuous
has she committed treason
against the Lord of Light and Reason
or is it just her season
to drink and dance and dine and die
with her lover Dionysus
cuddled up with Isis
is the world just thus and so
must we die before we grow
aware of where we’re headed
must time so much be dreaded
as our fates are threaded
through the narrow tube of reason
but changing every season
Apollo’s love and light
he is so very erudite
and he will strive and fight
against mere sensation
though it is a temptation
just as Mother Mary
making merry and yet wary
in time would have to bury
the child that she bore
as child of the whore
so Isis Aprodite
goddess rich and mighty
if still a little flighty
had her time to fly and cry
Apollo, you’re a chicken
I know how much you’re dicken’
around in other pots
with other sluts
it just makes me sicken
to watch you out there pricken’
while telling me
that I should be
giving you an apology
In the affairs of the gods
Isis
had her fling with Dionysus
and she sided with Poseiden
against the Lord of Light and Reason
now she won’t give
Apollo an apology
but gee
shouldn’t she be free
to choose
her lovers and her views
of sex and politics
and other tricks?
and who she screws?
*****
Baby I Don’t Want You
I have no inner fire
no churning, burning can’t get higher’
no yearning for a funeral pyre
I don’t aspire to empire
instead it’s all one big quagmire
one big yuck in the muck
my mojo’s stuck, and you suck
all I want is lower, slower
nowhere I want to go, or
nothing left to do
– and baby I don’t want you
no passion slashin` in my gut
no bellows like a moose in rut
no way to tell
a princess from a slut
I can’t tell fashion from
a slash in how you cash in
on your butt
and I don’t care
what’s underneath your underwear
or what you want to do
cause baby I don’t want you
once we had a thing, a fling
once you could make me sing
once you could make my spring
bring my rod up to attention
but now I´ll only mention
I’ve lost all that tension
it`s a different dimension
more like a cut, a sting
I don’t want anything
cause baby I don’t want you
now I’m tired and retired
mired in a muddy gyre
of lost bets and old regrets
cigarettes and canceled debts
murky sets and inky depths
turkey trots and drunken sots
quantum bots and dot.com dots
and on and on
cause I have no desire
the one thing that I know is true
is baby that I don’t want you
*****
El Got Even
El got even with the goddess
things were amiss and He got pissed
whatta guy! whatta stud!
He owns the sky
we’re in the mud
whatta dude!
he’s kinda rude!
when He’s in that mood
sends those lightning bolts on down
wipe out the cities
annihilate the towns
rape, kill and pillage
steel all the food
kill the blacks and the bitches
kill the hippies and the queers
Yeah, its understood
when he’s in that mood
El got even
rules earth and heaven
seven come eleven
it’s a lucky spin
but if you don’t believe in heaven,
then go to Hell
you’ll have a companion
his name is El
our goddess Mommy
used to tell us what to do
until the Big Boy came and overthrew
the matriarchy
said it was malarkey
we can have a patriarchy
can’t have the Mommy Goddess
be in charge
gotta get her under me
gotta rule over you
cause God is a Badass
so are all his sons
the Jews and the Muslims
the Christians every one
you know God rules
over all these fools
All-Father, Alf-Dauer
Allah, El Elym, El Señor
God gets rich and we get poor
God gives us the finger
so stick it in the whore
El got even
with his Mother, that’s for sure
El Señor would even up the score
no more bitches in our britches
God the Father couldn’t bother
to lay around the house
like a little mouse
He had wars to win
and scores to settle
got to go out, prove his mettle
had a new scheme
got to trample down the old goyim
with El Elym and the Elohim,
El Shaddai, he was quite a guy
He owns the Earth, He owns the sky
send those bolts of lightning down
wipe out the cities, wipe out the town
with God the Son the good guys won
screw the Jews, they’re old news
but then along came the Muscle-Men
Muslems, Islam
to start the war all up again
it’s understood that God is Good
from the devil comes the evil
which is to say, that Eve is ill
the devil did it, had his fill
of Eve that evening
when Eve-Ill filled the world
from her womb there came a tomb
which keeps us all entombed in doom
which is to say,
because of Eve’s original sin
ain’t nobody gonna win
except quite oddly
the very godly
who, with all good will
will bomb us all back to hell
*****
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After he retired and moved to Sedona, Arizona, he taught literature at Yavapai College in Clarkdale, Arizona.
He and professional artist Bev Kephart bought a small motor home in 2003, sold most of their possessions, and traveled the U. S. for seven years. After visiting Mexico several times, they settled in the village of Ajijic, joining the ex-pat artist and writing communities.
Mel’s writing has been published online and in print in The United Kingdom, The United States, Mexico, New Zealand, and Australia. He is the author of three novels, a book of short stories, and several books of poetry. He and his wife now make their home in the village of San Nicholas de Ibarra.
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