A better poet would make
Some cocky metaphor about Medusa
Being caught in her own stone gaze
Not me, she was a long sunglassed blonde
Mid-twenties, the world at her diamond feet
Staring into the mirror of a skyscraper
She was combing her hair with her red
Fingernails and men crashed into things
As they craned their cleanly shaven necks
I sat with my sandwich and did not take a bite
Some white and black meteorite exploded on her
Head and dribbled down her hair ‘AYEEEEEEEEEEE’
I looked above; the pigeon cooed and nodded its idiot
Skull and flew away. It’s good to know that
Even giants and gods
Have their bad days.
