Grass is Green

Sisyphus and Tantalus
are arm-wrestling on
their coffee break. One
has cracked and dusty
fingers hard as rolled stone.
One has algae in his hair
and lips like the Gobi.

Sisyphus is stronger, but
Tantalus talks good fish-
tongued trash. They’ve
got a bet. Each wants
what the other has, but
break time is over.


I haven’t written a poem of even middling quality this month. I haven’t been able to get my head in the right spot. I can’t reach the tipping point that I usually stumble on when free-writing that sparks creativity. Very frustrating.

Comments and conversations on this post

  1. I’ve really been enjoying your poems. At least you’re writing, even if you don’t think they are any good. You should come out sometime with Hot Coffee Girl and I. Maybe just for drinks at the Lit or something.

  2. You could also give up on poems and fill us in on the hot gossip in your life. I love hot gossip.

  3. HotGossipyPomes are fun too.
    And i want to be at that HotCoffeeGirl/SnogAsh/OrganicMechanic klatch, at least as fly on the wall for the fun conversation.