old Homer walking the white beach;
his personal Nirvana just out of reach;
Minerva on her knees in the sand;
salty air in her hair

the poet was blessed; odd old Homer
had the hardest hard-on in ancient Greece;
even as Linghams rained from the sky
pounding Venus' mound; Krishna dying his hair
blonde, Sappho ate it up; the stage
laid bare pocked w/ raindrops

undreaming Maenads & Undines staying to entertain
the drunken eunuchs & satyrs
who paid to see the show;
golden clouded sundreams
exploding in the rainy airs;

Bacchante in caves dance round the ****** flames
& old Homer came once again