Issue
#2

March
2009 

a poem by John Rocco

Again, why the classics are important (for Her)

So the funny Greek guy
my dawg Aristophanes
gets drunk with us
on beer and rot gut
and tells us a story
that's just gotta be
true. It seems that
when the laughing Gods
first made us
they made us happy
made us big round balls
with 2 heads
4 arms
and 4 legs.
We were happy balls
who just rolled around
all day and night
constantly
almost exploding
with orgasms.
Constant orgasms
but the laughing Gods
stopped laughing.
The Big Chief
with his impossible
motherfucking thunderbolt
split us in two,
two split selves
always looking
for our other half.
That's why
there's sex:
to find the
perfect fit.
That's why
there is
you.

© John Rocco

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