Of Big South Weathers

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LEMONIA PERFORCE <=> EDELTRAUD 3: THE PSYCHOBITCH

South East Crete
FRIDAY AFTERNOON
28/9/2018

OF BIG SOUTH WEATHERS

1 UNSPECIFIED YEARNING

Of Big South Weathers I have lost the count,
But still I like to watch and to admire,
Their waves coming forceful, northward bound,
Reminding me of things that can't expire.

Today, re-establishing their nature,
As lions of the sea, and naval terror,
Give me some hints of how I messed a lecture,
And wrote some well-meant things in hopeless error.

But should I care? My erring will not matter,
And Big South Weathers endlessly returning,
Will keep repeating hints, my bread and butter,
Untouched, untold, unspecified yearning.

If big south waves could bring a tall tsunami,
They 'd kill me first and then would go on killing,
Until they could achieve their double whammy,
Through all hell breaking loose and nature willing.

2 SOUTHERN BREEZE

The "Island", the "Cool Café",
Alias "Aeriko",
Became a disco like it was
In famous years, long ago.

But during day time it's still,
For drinking coffee a good spot,
Praying to the waves, patting the dogs,
Smile to bikinis, all that lot.

I came to town for some job,
But then I thought, "it's just the same,
Scatter your brains, your time rob,
The Big South Weather takes the blame".

So now I'm watching this blue sea,
And those bikinis in the sun,
I must admit, I didn't foresee,
That by such things I would be stun.

Or did I see but I forget,
The red, the blue, the ochre mix?
I'm volatile, my brains to let,
Pockets also, in a few weeks.

Ah, such a nice southern breeze!
I hope it brings a music night,
Guitar, bouzouki, souls at ease,
Welcoming the first autumn light.

3 STILL IN IT
(or Still at It)

I'll be the Big South Weather of your life,
A double-headed axe, a double-edge knife,
The Vikings, your ancestors, with respect,
Will be allies and friends and will correct,
The plundering that has been done to South,
On which it stood your harsh, provoking mouth.

My day still blue, and blue will stay for long,
I'm here on purpose, faking every song,
Like all those smiles you fake, bikini off,
Sorry, you know enough, I fake my cough,
So, tell me all about Big South Weather,
Sorry, but we are still in it together,
Sorry, you've had enough, I fake my laugh,
… Misty and self-defeating land of Nether…

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