BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING
It started two days before.
On Sunday from the morning
forty muttons on the spits. And kokoretsi.
Music and dancing between
the tables set
for eight hundred people.
Silent mountains around
And an inaudible hum of the sea somewhere in the background.
Ancient language. Familiar language. Incomprehensible language.
Whistling in the dance. Ouzo and beer. Heat.
Turkish blood, black eyes. Hops.
Dark scarved heads.
Brothers, cousins, uncles.
Terrified.
DEVON
above my head
waters hum,
an ocean contained in a fist
under the eyelids
moist sand,
a spring
I’m not crying
the sea is simply
looking for new shores
EMIGRATION
I have run away from home.
It caught up with me.
***
Winged hysteria
in a tube car
swerves
against walls, ceiling, windows, human faces
staggeringly
forcing its way through the thick air
a moth
SEA TUBE
I force my way through.
I‘m a ship
between human reefs.
lulled by the sounds
coming from the earphones.
The seas extend along
endless platforms
and again and again.
Temporarily contained
human ocean.
Almost like salty water
in a jar
brought home from holidays.
***
At the three sides of the table we were sitting
over a contradictory currant
jelly.
Coffee was foaming in the mugs,
in the heads
The space floating in three different directions
more and more.
Muffled voice in verses.
Incantation.
Voice – voice – the distance.
The world had three sides today,
but only because.
PERPETUUM MOBILE
I compose lists of words
never uttered.
Perhaps it’s because
in my thoughts I am so very
wasteful.
I settle it meticulously.
Nobody asks about the balance.
I ask about the balance.
Perpetuum mobile.
***
The shadow coughed.
Reminded me about itself
timidly. My attention slipped.
Suddenly embarrassed
I looked down at my feet. Emptiness.
Hey, moon, switch
the lights on, please.
It cleared its throat. Switched.
There it is.
Asthma attack.
***
I lay.
A floorboard slowly,
I lay.
A timber above my head slowly,
I saw.
A phone receiver
to you.
On silence I swear –
- can’t hear.
***
I was waiting.
The phone sort of
deaf-mute
protrudes on the table.
Under the blind lamp.
Feeling around.
A lot of wine, a lot, you say.
A lot of tears, a lot.
A lot. I.
Am. Waiting.
The phone sort of.