Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad IV"
 

"copy"

I copy what he does and try to
learn by copying his mistakes
but I don't tell him, who is too busy
looking at Helen trying to get to first base.
And I copy and I copy and I copy his
mistakes. And I copy and paste.
So I try it, too.

"Oh! No! Hell yes!" And all I did
was play around with the charts and
not knowing how to delete one of
these things, called charts
one of these monsters
created by mistake and I am clicking
and clacking once, twice and more

often, swearing and sweating and
nothing happens. As it happened
at my test and I felt like I was screwing
up big time, real big time.
Living down to my own expectations,
earlier overly confident the air is leaking
from my balloon it was the ego farting

deflating during the moment of
the truth and I was all alone.
Feeling everybody looking at me
but nobody does.
It takes all the guts I have to reduce the
unwanted, unneeded chart in size to a point
and to deposit it in the desktops far away corner

later it shall be nothing but a smear on paper.
I am keeping my head up and on
my shoulders sooner than later finding
myself in deep water real deep diving
into it and there is not much else
happening, nothing really happening
but it's me being shocked

unable to understand my own stupidity
when the undeleted little speck a mere point
comes to life and fills the page with colors and
numbers of thisdarnwrongchartthingy
and then I remember hi-ha-how to
send this and any chart off the desktop into
infinity.

I simply cut it and post it to the Internet.
Out there somewhere
her father Zeus was watching,
her husband Menelaus was waiting
in Paris and Paris was visiting
Armin the Cherusker's monument,
where the Trojans are better known
under their nickname
"Pariser"

10-4

  :-D 10:04 a.m.

  ...walk...