MEDUSA

More poems from college. Written in November of 1988.

There stands Medusa, over there --

She has no snakes instead of hair.

Her skin is smooth for all to see;

Where are all the scales that should be?

She smells of flowers in the Spring --

There is no stench, or some such thing;

In fact, she simply looks divine.

Oh how I wish that she were mine.

But this will never ever be

Because it is a certainty

That though she stands there all alone --

When I see her, I turn to stone.