I stand at the place where three roads meet,
with three choices open to me.
I can go to the mountain
and revel with fauns and oreades.
I can journey to the heart of the city,
speak words of wonder to passing strangers
and soak up the night life.
Or I can keep going straight ahead to a dark and scary park
where dead clowns watch you from rusty swings
and sinister calliope music sounds from nowhere,
from everywhere.
I stopped and wrote this poem instead.
Says something about me, doesn’t it?
So to compensate I went and did all three.
Story of my life.
My own Das Urteil des Paris
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Hah, I like that. Did you know that someone had fourteen emails in my inbox waiting to gangbang me this morning? I literally said “oh shit”. In any case, keep the cool shit coming even if I don’t understand half of it or even more than that. Blessings.
What a mental image you conjure! I hope there was sufficient lube on hand.
Seriously, though, I pity anyone who is subscribed to this blog. I wouldn’t want to wade through the high volume of posts made here, and I don’t know how others do it. Bless your hearts!