Ab-Zorba-Ing Classic
I can’t look away though his eyes ride every which way.
They slip and slide through every page
— rhythmically dancing with his story aflame.
He pushes and pulls, whipping his master
with his mind — tempting him to consume the widow,
who releases her black widow hair, drawing him
into her lair — the boss puts the fire out.
Now I must say, I don’t know if he gives way.
I haven’t run the gamut of this tale. I can’t look away
from this poetic delight. He’s seedy, this Zorba the Greek.
10/5/2019
Book classic: Zorba the Greek
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