Posted in Books & Stories, Comedy Of Errors, Fiction & Poetry

What Kind Of Origins Might They Be


Brothers I was watching


Not you being called brothers but poetically speaking with words rearranged

Thinking is this something that won’t inspire me

Although simply looking around anything could or should

I kept watching as differences flared

Began shaking my head

So this is where dysfunctional came from

And this side of a faction of my family

How distinct the generations are

Dignity here but not there

Easy enough to sell each other out

No doubt where they got the idea to throw people away as it were

When catalogued time began

When we started writing about it

It’s inconvenient having you as one of us

Just great

If Kronos, wait, that’s a watch

If Cronus tried to eat, well ate some of his offspring and who’s left had to trap him to escape with their lives

Why make a bargain now and believe he’ll give a gift once released

Millennia he’s had to stew about it


He’s the parent, the hierarchy

His attitude toward kids wouldn’t have changed

He’ll fix them once he gets out

“But I set you free I want to rule…”





I sit back, up straight and think further

So that’s were humanity got that one from

The general base

What the house is built on

Since the beginning of time would certainly make it a tough habit to break

I read it’s not about the music life plays

But how we dance to it

Yeah that makes sense

Nodding as I type

Not in agreement but sleep trying to take over knocking me out of the way

Selfish sleep wants the limelight

Reminds me of days of study

Falling asleep typing papers then waking with fingers still poised in place

Looking at words as the document comes into focus

Where was I

For right now change position stay awake


Walking from one room to another will I remember what’s running through my head

It won’t stop

But I’d better and get typing



Would it be, is this the original-original sin

Or did that happen later appear on the scene then

A comical attitude indeed

Zeus becomes mortal because no one prays anymore

Nothing else to do

Would this be the to-earth fall from grace or Olympus from light

Groundwork be laid

Maybe the idea of a superhero group

Extraordinary people learning how to live in a community

Egos united

Is that even possible

Marvel at the concept

Oh look, secret messages

Going from petty to mortal sin

The gods become mortal

The way they sin changes or not

The very thing wrong with the world today

Whoa, reel it back in


Back to basics, the origins of origins

One brother doesn’t like his job in the underworld

Fair enough

Not much sun maybe, no aesthetics

He sets the coup up

As a rule we should learn from our mistakes

Was it just too long ago to recall this one

The idealist brother shows, Zeus thunderbolt and light

The god of war is the angry one always looking for a fight

The god of the sea joins Zeus to see what’s going on

People living by the sea are happier and at peace for the most part

Yet something doesn’t feel right

The family is getting together

Brothers assemble

Then all hell breaks loose

Yeah happens a lot in families

That’s it

Someone blurts out I’ve been holding this in but not any more

After the fact feel bad about not thinking things through first

Later on when the damage is done

You know the adage about the mirror

Throw it in the tub

Look down at the pieces

Say you’re sorry

Now what

Can’t fix what’s happened but take it from there, here

Options anyone


How will we dance to this


First let’s get this guy out of office and back where he was

Better if we didn’t have to worry about him any more

You know someone down the road will think it’s a good idea to get him out


On and on over history over time

The mummy, the mummy’s hand, the mummy’s tomb, the mummy’s toenail

But that’s a different tale


Is there anything new under the sun

Probably not

Unless you’ve got one