Unknown Knowing: Daily Poem No. 4

OLYMPIC SPA

There's this bathhouse called Olympic.
She-gods and maenads commune there.
Opaque steamy white lumbering currents
thicken the air with water Grecian hotness.

Mad women with singing breasts
glide from boiling Mugwort pool to icy gorge. Slight Mona Lisa smiles hint at self satisfaction, at secret fantasies of orgies and cat fights.

Who are these possessed powerful women
who rolled up in Carreras and Cadillacs?
What human sacrifices have been made
for buttock scrubbed to polished glint?

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