Three poems by Sankar Roy
Penelope—Honey—please listen to me.
It is all due to that bitch Calypso, who
got me enslaved in her apartment in Gonzo Island.
Lost & tired, I was stalking in a park
near the all-female-dorm where
this dame and her nymph buddies live.
You have to take my word for what it’s worth
since I have no witnesses to prove how
I got myself into such a mess in the first place.
Well, she came forward and offered help which
I took because I had to. I had very little choice
but to get into her bed since the couch in her apartment
was already taken and there was no spare room where
I could sleep. It was such a torment to spend those nights
in her company: her bed was narrow, only one pillow
and I have to admit the moon was bright
through the window and the ocean was stormy
and how do I say, whatever I did I did
because I had to?
Hera ends up in a Hollywood reality show
where she discovers the magic
of modern-day plastic surgery.
Through some creative hairdressing,
resourceful wardrobing and ultimate exercising,
she becomes one of those dames
that her husband is always after.
She even changes her name.
Holding a pomegranate on her palm,
when she meets Zeus on the valley of Mount Olympus.
Zeus cannot take his eyes off her.
Wed-locked ladies trapped with husbands in their mid-life crisis, Listen up—
No need to transform Lamia into a fiend
or Gerana into a crane. Simply chop off
the snake’s head and move on.
Land of Lotus Eaters
Latophagis, you’re a savage race,
deemed to be preserved for posterity,
poisonous but always effervescent
& always glossy. But I feel sad and cold,
so rescue me into your divine grotto.
Hold me tight like a kitten
and whisper a valium-song
into my medulla-oblongata.
I badly need some of your serotonin punch. Buddy-Love,
give me some liturgical allegro opium,
teach me how to laud the Creator Magnificato.