Saturday, November 16, 2013

And Sisyphus Toiled

And Sisyphus Toiled...

Sisyphus was no sissy
As Zeus up high was never wont to realize,
Sisyphus was keeping count
And beneath forlorn sigh at task reset
Belied a maddened grin of reckless ambition.
Zeus could never know the man at perpetual bottom of ever fleeting top.
He would never comprehend the stolen fire of that man's heart.
With certainty time did pass, and Sisyphus did toil, his count did grow,
And on and on and on forever here and ever after,
Was there again and again snatched victory at the jaws of defeat.
For every hour the record grew:

And Sisyphus Toiled....

Thursday, November 7, 2013



a toilet a bowl

stenching human alchemy

brown dandelion