The one thing I think I know
About mythology is that Apollo
Pulls the sun across the sky.
With a job like that
His house must be amazing…
But it must be gloomy when he’s gone
Me, I’d like to take my pitchfork
And break in while he’s working,
Use my star to light it up again.
I’d rearrange the furniture
Give it that mortal feng shui
And get drunk on his head-splitting wine.
Also (If I know me) I’d jerk
Off cause from that view
You’d look damn good.
About the Author
HAYDEN BERGMAN is a writer living in Abilene, TX. He is currently enrolled in the M.F.A. program at Fairleigh Dickinson University.