Yesterday's Events

LEMONIA PERFORCE PARA THIN ALOS 22

Avra
very early morning
13/10/2017

YESTERDAY'S EVENTS

Everything in the house is clear,
the car I load from its left side,
goodbye my sweet, see you next year,
before sunset I leave Hillside.

Vangelis, Yiannis, two fine boys,
came, kept me company last night,
one of this summer's pure-fun joys,
drinking raki till it felt right.

I woke up noon time, they were gone,
they had an early morning gig,
I had a coffee all alone,
I watched the sea, I ate a fig.

Up here the climate stays unique,
it's this north wind chilling my thought,
I think I'll stay another week,
the sea looks fine, the sun feels hot.

But not up here, it does not tick,
your ghost is gone, so is my lust,
I'll stay in Avra this next week,
cause there is where I saw you last.

I sat beneath the orange tree,
drinking my coffee, getting late,
recalling how we were so free,
for you I tried to masturbate.

It didn't feel right, I stopped it soon,
there was no passion, just a whim,
so in the early afternoon,
I went to Avra for a swim.

Yiannis, Vangelis, they were there,
the Goddesses, the usual crowd,
your changes I could not bear,
first Lemonia, then Edeltraud.

I thought to call you on the phone,
but then I thought, "what is the use?"
I don’t exist, this is not on,
'takes both of you to make one muse.

And I don’t even know your name,
were you the sun or just a beam?
Oh, never mind, it's all the same,
in the cold wind I had my swim.

I did enjoy the water cool,
Vangelis went in after me,
that's how you make a day full:
after a swim just watch the sea,

have an espresso, tell a joke,
smile to some strangers, have a nap,
either you touch the truth's blue yoke,
or if you don’t, it was all crap.

But anyway, Yiannis woke up,
he did not swim, he had a cold,
remember Yiannis? Fine chap!
Perhaps you do, now that you're old.

How old are you? I can't recall,
older than universe, of course,
but you forget, you never call,
it must feel safe up there in Moers!

I don’t feel safe, how could I,
when I remember who we were?
Trying to confront you in the eye,
when I succeed you're no more there.

So, Yiannis said, "Let's go from here,
Niko's Taverna, for green beans,
raki and wine", remember dear?
And feta cheese and roast sardines.

Fuck! This soliloquy is crude,
how can you give to dead things life?
To eat sardines you must be rude,
to use your hands, not a fish knife!

And so you did, and learned to give,
while I taught you how to eat,
and how to love, and how to live,
and even how from love to quit.

I'm a good teacher, fucking hell!
I taught you all, you've learned fuck all,
Niko's Taverna is still well,
I've just postponed my long-due call.

I will not call, fuck you, my sweet,
another day will come for us,
under the sun perhaps we'll meet,
or in the night, or in a trance.

After our meal the boys went,
they disappeared, Heraklion way,
Hillside for me: a dream-time dent,
all this is fine, but I can't stay.

I went up hill, gathered my gear,
I took again some photographs,
the car I load, the house is clear,
I leave behind some tears and laughs.

I did not try to masturbate,
I had a shower instead,
the wind was strong and it was late,
and you and me a story said.

A tale told in its detail,
a glorious time that has been,
if there is more, if there's a tail,
I could not say that I'm not keen.

I came to Avra, parked the car,
moved all my gear to my new room,
now, past midnight, I watch a star,
perhaps my hope, perhaps my doom.