coming storm

we sit upon Olympus
watching weather
like fans in a stadium
except we fly above
and in the midst

participate in our own
executions gladiatorial
thumbs down I say
cakes and bread
have bloated us

we stagger out into the
alley vomit the excess
and return for the next event
betting with our futures
corner bookmaker’s odds

I shiver at night
in the alley
winds grow cold
what are the odds
on Demetrius’ match
with the octopus?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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