Homer’s (the blind man’s) poetry as seen by helmut s.
can easily take on Hector and all world knows
that he will win.
So, to make it more difficult
the gods add water to the stream
along which Achilles attacks.
And the stream leaves his bed,
washes away Achilles’ campground
and many of Achilles fighters too
are carried out to sea into Poseidon’s open arms
who is passing such unfortunates on
towards the whirlpools of Hades.
Yet nothing stops the angry Achilles.
Come rain or highwater,
come hail and wind,
not even the earth’s quivering while Zeus is kicking it,
can tame the wild man.
Nothing stops the raging Achilles who is seeking
revenge, seeking Hector’s life.
O-; 03.41 a.m.
Guess who was looking at him
standing there outside his door,
Guess who was wearing this little
girly smile on her moist, with smeared lip-
stick covered exotic-lips.
A car was driving off. Honking its horn.
…blinking hallo. “Howdy!” He said.
And Helen walked by him, her vest in one
hand covering her shoes. No bow tie,
her blouse partly unbuttoned, fishnets
and panty- hose in the other
hand play- fully swinging. So was she.
Shaved legs under a short skirt,
looking at him she apologized
about wearing false eyelashes, he knew
such were too long to be true.
They were now waving at him.
his hearing was limited
to the blood’s pressure sounding on
his ear drums, roll-call for all his cells.
His sight out of focus, there was
so much to see.
His nose smelled zest, seaweed,
tangy and salty spray
sand fell from her flowing hair.
She was so gorgeous, so sinful
to look at.
He had dreamed of her partially
dressed entering his
He had dreamed of her having
the time to visit him
if only once, he would never forget.
Her lips moved, wordless
as the flight of birds,
and he felt like an old geezer
whose hearing was impaired.
…by her fingers, his arm on fire,
“I don’t have my key!”
her touching was awakening desires.
A pulsing direct current built up
energy like no women ever had.
Her hand on his arm, magnetism
was flip-flopping his emotions
as she said: “We no go to Malina!
We go del beach!” To proof a point
she emptied sand from her red shoes
onto his rag. Stupid sand it was.
Intelligent grams of sand were silicon.
“Can I stay, please?” A begging voice
asked. Sparks were flying and making
contacts. Negative or positive load
he didn’t know, which was which. He was
captured by her contours
“Can you be mine, can I be yours?”
He thought but said to her, “Sure!
Get comfortable, Sunshine, here
one of my gym-suits you can wear,
the bathroom is over there.”
His heart was in her hands, she knew
she had it securely gripped,
please touch me gently hold me tight,
whatever you do please don’t drop me tonight
don’t drop this fragile me.
“My boyfriend was one of those!”
She said about Computerese.
He wondered which of the dirty
dozen he had met in the short
time he knew her, she referred to,
while she talked to him through
the half closed bathroom door
the toilette gargled golden springs
painting blue water green from
the water closet.
He wanted to be where she
was now, but afraid to tell her
to hurry, he put himself through
holding back the rains.
she sat next to him wearing on her
soft Korean skin, his Egyptian bathrobe,
sipping Russian sparkling wine
from a goblet cut in Austria,
watching on the Japanese-made television
a German movie by Fassbender.
Her eyes fell shut. And she snored
as she slept deep spilling
………her glass, she was out.
“Ne!” she had said “Ne!”
Where was Latin when he needed it most
and how wrong were his teachers
predicting his future, fifty years ago.
Yes they had been insisting
that Latin was the future, beside Russian
and English, Spanish and French.
They never taught him Computerese.
They never mentioned the need for Asian
The one time they had talked for hours
Sunshine was very knowledgeable
beside shuffling cards in favor of the house.
Her real name was Pretty Flower
and her mother had paid
much money for the name.
She had read Nietsche
and wanted to know more about
the German people and their whips.
He told her that he wanted to
make love to her all night.
“Ne” she said, “Ne! Ne! Ne!”
just before passing out
pressing against him.
Holding him tight, so tight.
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He desperatelly wanted to show her
what he had gotten in Coralitos.
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