Hercules Without Muscles - George Cassidy Payne

I am Hercules without muscles.
Zeus without thunder. Hades
without an underworld. Drifting,
like a show out of Nashville
without a guitar. Pure country
and dirty to the core. I am a Pollock
without dripping a single droplet of
paint. Brooklyn without a bridge.
People cross over me without
anywhere to go and no reason
to go there. I am a tape cassette.
The magic is in my obsoleteness,
and I feel lowest when I am on top
of a mountain in the Adirondacks,
and quietest when I am in a bar
drinking shots of grenadine listening
to the Grateful Dead. A lost civilization
hidden on my forehead like a tattoo.

George Cassidy Payne is an essayist and poet from Rochester, New York. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, MORIA Poetry Journal, Chronogram Magazine, Ampersand Literary Review, Allegro, Red Porch Review, Tea House, The Angle at St. John Fisher College and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, Syracuse Post Standard, and Rochester City Newspaper.