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| Red-Orange III mixed media (ink/gouache/oil pastel) on paper 20 x 20 cm |
CYCLADES
We’re
hunched smoking on a low wall
waiting for
a hot wind
white
Cycladic Chora
the Island’s
high city, below us dark blue bay
waiting for
hot winds to lift up the
tourist
trash
congeries
of consumers
Mork and
Mindy Ted and Alice
plus a German
skittles club stupid on ouzo
maybe just
stupid on stupid
checking
their phones for urgent oracles
hot wind to
lift them
out of here
drop them hard on their butts
maybe that’ll
wake them up?
back at
hotels and on that hid-
deous
cruise ship strung up with
lights like
a floating Christmas tree—
a small
crowd of stupefied classicists
apparently
on the wrong ship
can stick
around if they talk about Thucydides
or at least
recommend a taverna back in Athens
and a
beautiful young couple
talking
about how they will die one day
nature’s
methods and cruelties
they too can
stay
but only if
they shut the fuck up.
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