Armageddon heat
false prophets are popping up
Colonels eating oil
Born before the war
The sky was sullen and sorrowful
was the mist smoke from hot cannons
on crackling radios, people listened to
a man shrieking and thought
what a useless idiot
my birth was painful for my mother
she cried
my brother entered the room
slapped my face for hurting her
He was four years old and born,
a mild fine day in May
thus of happy disposition
expert in telling jokes
and in later years, wore my leather
jacket I had bought in Buenos Aires
October weather has much to answer for
my gloomy opinions are banned
on the Woke sensors on Facebook
who says, if you cannot be pleasant, send
a picture of a day in May
Me, I was expelled when the junta of four
colonels who ruled Greece for drinking ouzo
and be critical of them
Sent to an island for the mad, but six
month later, the hapless four officers
joined me and became orderly, cleaning
bed pans
A woman who works shucking corn
Tells jokes that are Iowan born
Just lend her an ear
And you're bound to hear
How colonels can milk a French horn
The Dolphin and I.
I think it was in 1967 when the Junta of Greek coronels
took power, I was in Piraeus on holiday
the water on the stretch is calm, and one day I met a dolphin
we swam side by side and when I got tired I hold around
her she was helping me ashore.
We had a platonic affair kissing and cuddling like lovers
beautiful days and she was always there waiting for me.
It came to an abrupt end when one evening I criticized
the junta which consist of four rather dim officers and
for good measure had a go at the Orthodox priests,
who looked like they were eating a cow a day.
I blame the ouzo.
I had been overheard and the police. came drove me
to the airport and there was no time to say goodbye.
It must have been disheartening for the dolphin it must
have waited for a day, we were lovers torn apart by politic.
There was another coup, and the colonels were exiled to an
island that had an asylum were, they became orderlies
which they liked so much that when they were forgiven
stayed on because the mad did as they were told.
But I cannot forgive them for destroying a beautiful love story
got pigeon holed early in an obstacle race
called a fifties town culture and army base
[...nuns...ex colonels and sergeants for teachers...]
died many deaths but weathered the scars
mind can hold now what's as far as the stars
[...beyond the books...the preachers...]
arrived at a philosophy of fractal phenomenology
truth and what's true being more than mythology
[...got one foot in the abstract...the other's in this grave...]
this chain we call existence has a few restrictions
reality's construct base is inherent contradiction
[...walkin...need a cane now...watchin...the world slowin again...]
stan sand
One final farewell
My career and all her
euphoric ironies
The end of the Road
like a Boys to Men
Harmony
I woke up one
November morning
and life came crashing in
That's the way it happens
sometimes,
the same thing that's meant
to give life
twists, gets stuck, and
almost does you in
Like water over a cliff's edge
how can I get back on top again?
No more push ups on
a Vilseck hill
No more cadence
or brotherly banter
No more colonels
to roll my eyes towards.
My military hallmarks
have all but
concluded.
The prestige I sought
forever eluded
I guess it's time
to hide and seek
on unfamiliar terrain
Trade in my sick leave
for grand children's laughter.
New hallmark moments
Happily before
there after...
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