Writing with an Egg Timer

Alright I don’t have much time. Hermes was the lame God. They found him in a tree.

He was the first God to be bruised by human imagination.

People have gotten better and better at this over time.

We really know how to kick the gods around.

We are eating pears and talking about Andromeda.

We try to imagine a vacation without too much pop music.

I speculate that no one can escape The Rolling Stones.

I slept in a Greek cemetery once and woke in the night

Because there was a disco nearby

And they were playing "Sympathy for the Devil".

I lay stretched across a tombstone on the island of Aegina

Listening to the impossibly adenoidal foice box of Mick Jagger

Who the Greeks in their hey day would have slaughtered for impersonating a goat.

"Oh Lordy, Lordy," I thought. "Can’t a lame god get any rest?"

S.K.

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