I put a cigarette in my hair, forget Light another Until I’m pouring smoke Like Typhon Or some other creature With an overture’s burning eyes And a mouth like Hades That young Perseus, you know Wing-heeled and with A penchant for mirrors I would not so boldly Demand he look himself in the face With all that ire and confrontation Of time’s bronzed blemish Burnished sunsets come what may That Zeus, half bull, half swan Made of minotaurs a laughing stock For all his hubris and charm Cattle calling from the Parthenon Milk bar across the road He always complains About the poison smell It is just ammonia, foolish man To colour snakes like hair Ruby, gold, auburn, blonde A fired sunset Your face, when the winds change Almost turned to stone
