Nathonius

A POEM ABOUT MASSIVE AND MUSCULAR ARMS

This is a transfer from my myspace blog. (I don't really think this way about my arms. It's a joke.)

The wells of my eyes
Were dry;
The waters of time,
Dripped away
And dry my eyes remained.
Until that day
When I first took in the mountains;
For they reminded me of my massive and muscular arms.
Before me was a lake as calm as a mirror.
My sculpted triceps twitched involuntarily,
(As if angry at being confined)
And my shirt sleeves rolled themselves up, neatly.
Was that the water or my pythons rippling?
So moving was the sight of my brawny pipes,
That, weeping, I fell on my back,
And rapidly flexed at the sun
Until it retreated behind the mountains.
The moon dared not emerge
To guide me home,
And so I made my own way,
Led by the light
Of my blazing guns.