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Chris Wind Poem
it was a legal tackle–
it’s not as if football is a dangerous sport,
sure you have your injuries,
but it’s not like boxing
where the guys walk around brain-damaged,
or look at hockey,
they have more fights than goals,
I mean even in skiing
a non-contact sport
you fall, you get hurt,
or your knees don’t last past thirty
it was a legal tackle–
Boomer was running with the ball
it was twelve-seven
we really needed this game
and I knew I could take him
we played in college together
it was just a quirk
a freak accident
that his neck snapped like that–
it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t because of how or where
I hit him
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Apollo and his best friend, Hyacinth, were engaged in a friendly contest to see who could throw the discus farther. Apollo’s throw hit Hyacinth in the forehead and killed him.
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Chris Wind Poem
everyone thinks yours is just another Eve story
the first woman
punished for desiring knowledge
and for disobedience
but people forget you were created by the gods
as a gift of revenge for men,
all beauty and mischief–
no, not ‘and’
but ‘therefore’:
it’s boring to be bait:
after a minimal amount of effort and imagination
to maximize god-given qualities
(the male sexual response being far from complex,
this was far from challenging)
what is there?
it’s not easy to be satisfied with attracting men
as a raison d’être–
so that’s why.
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As a punishment for the possession of fire, Zeus ordered that a beautiful woman be made and given to mankind–she was named Pandora, ‘the gift of all’. Each of the gods had given her some quality that would prove ruinous to man. In one version, these ‘gifts’ were her incredible beauty, her goodness, and her youthful, shy, demeanour, which alone destroyed man for their power to distract and delight. In another version, the gods put the ‘gifts’ in a box and forbid her to open it.
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Chris Wind Poem
God was giving him something
I'm sure of that
look at the way his hand is,
fingers folding around nothing
it must've gotten painted over
so what was it
a Big Mac? a Mars bar?
no, this is the creation of the first man
I know, a Molson Golden!
no, look at the extension —
it had to have been …
a gun?
(my take on the Sistene Chapel!)
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