Ancient Greece
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Zeus lounges in the booth of a bar
Beard scraggly, teeth yellowed
He smiles at women who sip vodka and martinis.
my hair used to be my most prized possession
(so i cut it shoulder-length and dyed it black)
as were my dignity and worth, but right now
Dionysus, the man of greed
The king of ecstasy
The queen of mead
Dionysus, Dionysus, the graceful drunk
The dapper playboy
With charm and spunk
I like to imagine Ganymede,
famed wine-bearer of the pantheon,
to be a skilled bartender
despite his youthful naivete
Perhaps his wish is,
using his nightly tips,
to care for his father
A classic tale of love and intrigue.
The ancient Greek saga.
Homer, alas, has a Tumblr.
And does nothing but post all day.
Will he ever write that novel?
Only time (& the fates) will tell.
When I tell you I’m a writer,
is there a reason for the pity in your eyes?
Is it because you know that I bleed syllables,
or that I cry metaphors,
Sweat pours down bodies in streams,
Blood is caked between the toes of feet,
Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.
Swords doused in red ink,
Shields reflecting the suns gleam,
Cry out your call,
To Confront someone about a problem
Is something people must take solemn.
Futile, I know my efforts may be in vein
but I intend to undertake and let my words reign.
