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