The Stork

LEMONIA/ (F)LIP EDELTRAUD => BIG SOUTH WEATHER no. 3

CAFÉ BOCCA
Ierapetra
Sunday afternoon
17/2/2013

4 THE STORK

1 FIFTH WINTER

I thought that the next spring was coming fast,
I thought this summer coming I’ll be fine,
Today I see the sky overcast,
And negative around me every sign.
 
I’m here again, in Kyrva, a few days,
This winter is the fifth I haunt this town,
I’m like a ghost so used to my set ways,
That nothing can uplift or bring me down.
 
I haunt this town and Kyrva haunts me back,
With memories impossible to capture,
If all is bad, then I don’t give a fuck,
I’ll follow this collapse in every rapture.
 
My country on its knees and out of work,
My love life in despair and in destruction,
My family and friends another joke,
Save a few souls that they are still in action.

 
2 WINDY BOCCA

I used to go to work my every day,
To this work ethic always I obeyed,
I saw results convincing me to stay,
I trusted in us both and so I stayed.
 
So here I am, fifth winter in a row,
“BOCCA CAFÉ”, in Kyrva, windy night,
Comparing memories that overflow,
To tell me what was wrong with my foresight.
 
So here I am, depressed and unemployed,
Observing a deserted market place,
Politically deliberate this void,
Where fascism shows again its ugly face.
 
So here I am, a teacher out of work,
And still in love with you my pretty lass,
Although you believe I was the stork,
That brings the babies without any fuss.

 

 
3 HARD ROCK

In a few things you said you got them right,
This country has no future for a child,
But many things were wrong with your foresight,
Even if you were borne just to be wild.
 
You see, I also can rock hard like you,
I’m really not a stork, by what you gave me,
I am your lover from a summer blue,
It was all up to you to kill or save me.
 
I had agreed to give to you my all,
I had believed your vows of love eternal,
Between us you have build the Berlin wall,
Your motives seem self-centered and external.
 
This country that you loved does not exist,
This lover that you had is getting older,
This poem that you read in a long list,
Will sleep tonight in its proper folder.
 
There’s nothing left but time that has been,
And maybe just a call per week between us,
I’m still in love with you through thick and thin,
And people still recall us as they’ve seen us.
 
4 A LIFE PLAN

A lover and his lass, in Shakespeare’s words,
A rocker and his chick in rolling years,
I’d put our case to the House of Lords,
Before I do, I pray, lend me your ears.
 
My tale will take time to unfold,
Technology and poetry in motion,
By song every detail to be told,
By hyperlinks connect every emotion.
 
You have a predefined plan of life,
Your family, your lover, and a child,
Maybe someday you’ll be a middle class wife,
And your hard rocking years will turn mild.
 
Your country, your security, your hope,
Your little car that daddy bought last year,
You’re now a good girl, you won’t elope,
With strange freaks in countries not so near.

Your family, grand parents, friends and all,
National socialists or red brigades,
To me your Brave New World is just too small,
Advancing in ridiculous parades.  

 You have indeed these marvelous bright things,
From your new plan of life I’m excluded,
Maybe I was the stork that changes brings,
“But I was a bad man”, you all concluded.
 
On top of having all these bright new things,
You also have betrayal in your soul,
Believing I'm a stork you break my wings,
You break me and you take away my all.

So now that you have some things concrete,
You don’t care really if I live or die,
To you I am free holydays in Crete,
And our whole life you turned into a lie.
 
THE STORK

EXCERPT FROM "WEEK FROM HELL"
 
 Escorted by police you chose to go,
This summer dies forever in my heart,
Inside you feel false as we both know,
I'll speak, but I don’t know where to start.

I'm left with two suitcases in our room,
You call from far and ask me to deliver,
Of course, my love, what's left let us consume,
As always, you the taker, me the giver.

I took your suitcases promptly to the post,
I took some photos and I paid the postage,
Like one of them, I am, in time lost,
And all I care is who you took as a hostage.
 
"WEEK FROM HELL"

THE STORK

5 GOING FROM KYRVA

 I want to go from this town for good,
I cannot be forever unemployed,
The Bugle Of Loneliness I withstood,
I'm not by that , but by you destroyed.

I'm waiting still because I feel depressed,
Protecting others from this cursed depression,
Hopping this summer coming I can test,
Whether our friendship still is in probation.

I'll go from Kyrva’s weather bitten bay,
I can no longer stay hesitating,
I hope I will be able some fine day,
To speak about our loving and our hating. 

THE STORK