Poems, December 2023

Poetry is easy
When you realise it has no form

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I went to Capers last night
and the bar tender wore a soccer top

The team was fake
but the sponsors were real

The top was new
but it looked second hand

It gave
the hipsters and the Greeks
being served
different things to smile about

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Hell is a commute
on a train
half full of teenagers
on school holidays

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Οι λέξεις δεν μου έρχονται στα Ελληνικά
Τα συναισθήματα δεν μου έρχουνται στα Άγγλικα

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I just had a good hour
And now my back hurts

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The day passes slowly
The afternoon is quiet
I probably should work
I'm tempted to try it

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We drank retsina
Thessaloniki style

But I needed to leave quickly
And it seemed like a bad idea

But as I relaxed
I felt how tired I was

And I realised that the three coffees earlier in the day
Were the bad idea