The Myth of the Labyrinth
The youth are held hostage to machinations of the power of the Lord of Empire
thrown into the inner net tornado of the New World Order and condemned to wander
its electronic pathways until they find or are found by the beast, the bastard child
of the perverted Earth Mother and the great Bull God Fertility who will devour them
just for being alive and wait for the next shipment of victims unless we unravel the
mythic tangle, reclaim the Earth Mother for the divine in place of purely human designs.
Then as I wake from the long dark night of disease and death I find myself
in dreams of the shelter where I fly down the stairwells like a sky jumper
and float about the horned headed sculpture of an ancient fertility cult.
Until wide awake I cough up the bacteria and virus that spawns so heavy
in the wake of global warming and as I step on a nip bottle I think of you
and know from too many difficult decades of struggle in the shelter that
the prognosis is not good …
Finally, as the Forest Hills escalator carries me up from the grim, grey
of subterranean transit inexplicably I find myself whistling the baseline
from that old Anglo hymn Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence before I trudge
off to that place of fear and trembling they call a psychiatric unit and which
I call a job but increasingly experience like the unseasonable 60 degree temperature
of this February afternoon as blessing become more dangerous prison than safe home.
James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.