TYDRUS Pt 1

This is the first in a series of poems being written about the young 'hero' Tydrus, a big strong lad with a stroppy chin. Who is he? What does he do? Want? Is he a hero or a lover? Can he be both?

Tydrus comes from far away, what is he doing in America? What does he think of America? It's hard to tell, these ancient heros are so hard to read.

T Y D R U S M O O N S A N D W A T C H E S J E R S E Y S H O R E

Tydrus watches Jersey Shore

Thinking of Savannah.

He must get to her. She is lost

to him he knows.

Does not want to hear does not know

his mind.

He is the ocean she is across,

she is Leda and he watches Zeus.

This is so wrong.

So perfect, the Jersey Shore,

Vinnie calls Angelina a dirty hamster.

T.V. world distracts, confuses Tydrus

Flys in the face of symmetry. Felt good

recognizing the symmetry

The symmetry as a level to be entered,

an ever -present level,

so so

Wonderous or no, no

Tydrus realized,

to conjure no by thinking. No, that’s not it.

(Apt to getting carried

away,

Tydrus’ thoughts break.)

Angelina throws water on Vinnie.

(A new show called ‘My Generation,’ debut on ABC.

MTV would like it

were Tydrus to say

the Jersey Shore could also be called that?)

“You left a tampon on the ground.”

“You’re a dirtbag and your penis should fall off because you’re disgusting.

I’m a single girl, I do want I want. Just shut the fuck up get out of my face.”

Tydrus sits and watches Jersey Shore and thinks

to return to Savannah as soon as he can.

but didn’t have enough treasure to return chin firm,

to pay off the boat his uncle had loaned him.

Vinnie and Paulie D met two rare roses,

wife types at the clubs last night.

Called them first thing

during their morning phone jam.

Both girls acquiesced to dinner at a little restaurant.

Spent the day together

getting their hair buzzed buying new clothes,

nice clothes.

Talked to the camera.

‘Wifeys.’

Girls you didn’t just bang but spent time with.

Wined and dined and got to know,

took home to meet your parents.

Lo and behold,

both got stood up.

They were so sad.

It was sweet. And so dumb.

And didn’t Tydrus pine for Savannah? Was he big, strong?

A tan monkey?

‘I look retarded, I got a hair cut,

flowers, made a reservation.’

The symmetry is arbitrary, not wonderous