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Apollo's Chariot
Apollo's Chariot
Apollo's Chariot
Karyn Indursky
August 2012
In a banana boat Prince Apollo sat
Under Hera's scorn of fury,
which scorched his eyes with passion...
He did not know where he should go,
So, Hera used her GPS to find the nearest mall
And got lost in a traffic jam, the GPS was wrong.
Despite all the mean looking eyes at the wrong turn...
To the mall, they were headed, but lost in the fray
A firey inferno did barracade their way, stuck, but
Safe with all the company, that make us feel like us.
It was Hera's wrath that did bring this reign of fire
jealous of the burning sun taking Apollo's time
and with this myth, the gods are trapped in rhyme
stuck in a rythym that won't speed up or give a damn
paced by the tempo of the myth lain in our hands
as the trials of destiny must be played again and again.
And so the story plays, from Hera's hateful sense
Apollo's sense of duty to the slowly dying sun
driven across the sky never looking back only by
wheels of imagination fueling his chariot
can they ever truly be together alone
and choked on this idea so unfulfilling
imagining for just one moment's hope
in hopes that thoughts are willing
for two brothers kings in ransom
a love match unwilling a feud of unliving.
Zeus with Haides will not go un served;
the costume party was over back to reality
the fire sales were on and she needed a new style,
but she was no fashion expert
and found the most hideous costume...
She looked like a Medussa and she acted like one too.
Apollo whose name was really Harry thought so too!
She should have left the snakes in chains
AND chose a suit that really fit her name
but alas there was no one elese to blame.
So Harry had to tell her how he felt again.
"My dear, Hera, such fire in your eyes
If Zeus ever caught us, I'll wish that I could die!
He'll tie you to a rock and pluckout your insides!
I know you must wear costumes,
but why is this the one you'd choose?"
"Because my stupid big dumb ox its the only one...
Can't you see that can hide my kiss and deceive?
Besides if Biff wants to dress up as Zeus to impress,
I really don't care for a man in a dress, I want my Trojan...
And I'm one with the warrior inside,
to fondle with my undress-me mind to find
a warrior in life-
for an opportunity to shine
in this Olympic fight-
tickling a gladiator's mind
and poetry will take home the victory."
