OR CONVERSELY, IF HOMER HAD WRITTEN DONALD TRUMP

OR CONVERSELY, IF HOMER HAD
WRITTEN DONALD TRUMP

Sorry to say,
your text, though
possibly exceeding all
expectations
could not ascend to
the the whiter than reality
of driven snow

let him
    be insufferable, insist
on correction, extractions
with a sharpie
(thing he wields as if
Achilles’ great spear)

meanwhile the critics
seem majorly underwhelmed
by what
    the script has
shown them

believe Aesop, Aristophanes
might have contrived
a more believable plot.

meanwhile the great sagas
of your contributions
at Troy
    are filtering through,
crossing the seas
to spite
   Poseidon

of your
great fraternal connection
and military alliance
with the Cyclops
Polyphemus

your insistence
that the horse of infiltration
be
aircraft-
carriet large

already whispers of
these epic
achievements
reaching
    the ears of young Penelope
(in our
rendition old
enough to
    be your daughter)

every day
down
   at the harbour
here in Ithaca
dreaming of, longing for,
dreading
        your return

making her sacrifices
to Aphrodite

has a (had to have a)
secret life she daren’t (under
any circumstances)
tell you about.

LOST ON ME (HEADCASE)

LOST ON ME (HEADCASE)

the gods did it
so wanted to fuck with me

last day
before i left England
to journey
to South
Africa

apartheid
South Africa
some sixty
two
  years ago

threw the book at me
(two of them actually)
hurling them
     from the top of
a wardrobe
(direct hits
  on my cranium in
both cases)

later, in these very books,
I would find
      parallels,
Polyphemus tragically blinded
by Nobody
throwing boulders at that
taunting Achean hero
to avenge
     his mutilation

or Ajax throwing rocks
at the Trojans as battle became
brutal
   beneath the city walls,
the fate of
all Ilium
   hanging in the balance

of course, being only eleven,
this symbolism
was lost
     on me
and Homer’s Iliad and
the other one
had, no effect on me, were
lost on me

about to sail the wine dark sea
myself
      they did not
impact my life at all

amusing them that in their hubris
they thought
     they might reduce me
to a blind poetry headcase

IF DONALD TRUMP HAD WRITTEN THE ILIAD

IF DONALD TRUMP HAD WRITTEN THE ILIAD

nobody knows who is losing
who is winning
where the battle lines
actually are

before the actual fighting started
the plan was to sneak attack
using the power
of the gods to
assassinate heroes and leaders
leaving (great for epic)
only the cannon fodder

but bigly will be
(we are promised,
and it is already in the blurb)
the epic
     similes

the thousand ships
that sailed
        to take back
Helen

assuming they
were headed to Mar-a-Lago
via Epstein island

across
        a bubbling orangeade
bright sea

a poem for not just
all times
    but way beyond eternity

the Nobel
     Prize for Literature
a certainty