strongman sisyphus
Cant. Stop. Flexing.
the crowd up top
shushes us moaners in the pit
but we got the best seats
here, the baying froth mouth
roars at the green rock
like rotten teeth in the mouth
of a preacher, ushering out
incomprehension,
but still - it moves
it’s pure and in this summer swell,
invites us all to join in -
Let it all roll down
