Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Conversations can get ugly. Like the child
who steps before the fun house mirror
and watches, in amazement, his body
triple in size, twist into a grotesque.

I know a man, who, when defended,
somewhere between earlobe and scrotum,
is like this child
striking exaggerated poses
trying to convince the world
he is bigger than he is.
That he is right.

The whole scene is a sad affair, a failed charade.
Whatever point the man is trying to make
gets lost in the translation.
All we see is the horror he’s become.

To this Dennis The Menace I say:
step away from the trick mirror,
snatch back your cotton candy from Mommy Dearest,
lick the sugar from your pink lips,
and get yourself to the Log Ride.
What you need is a good dousing!
Maybe the water will wake you –
and bring you back to your own humanity.

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