Repetition
A bird draws circles
in my mind
which is dark like the night.
Walls tumble and
my mind, which is dark like the night, becomes
a mind poured out into the cosmos
with birds entangled in its wires
startled birds, stars, rockets
that came out to fly.
Anywhere I look, anything I touch my mind
is poured over the furniture
drips off the wall clock, tick-tack.
(My mind: pulp that melts and I shiver).
And the bird and the flesh-eating night: my mind
V
The orchard moves in a circular way
around sleep
the gum tree and the cypress
touch erotically.
mother becomes
a wet bag again
I walk in Paradise again
and I nestle up, nestle up
with the body
as if I were moistened soil.
Perhaps tonight I’ll dream
of the world’s end
the explosion of the sun
to its core
I know the meaning of
there is no hope
before I wake up.
Quietness… the dogs…
during the famine
father cut down the cypress
but he forgot that sin
in the plantation of the sky.
Gravestone
Eros descends to cheer the melancholic youth who sits on the gravestone as if seeking his death in the whirl of love, while the widow tosses and turns in the pangs of the tormenting moon
— You haven’t put the barbecue away when you plan to do it, at midnight?
Echoes of voices from the city arouse the widow’s sexuality, dressing her skin in the whiteness of the jasmine flowers. Never close your eyes in front of the most desperate death, don’t ever close your eyes in front of the most deplorable killing
— I want you to tighten the screw of this faucet the water splashes all over my sink
Nothing matters more than the armchair craving my body as the widow craves her late husband
— I want you to polish the dining room table and chairs: hear me?
I had in mind to write a poem when suddenly my wife, a new Armageddon demanded her share of my time
—I want you to sit here and look straight into my eyes all day long!
Hellenic Canadian Literature 