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Z. Azzabi
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Colors are cool tonight
Athens is drowned in its daily
Stupidity
The same steps falling on the same side walks
Light mist looming in the air
And in the brains of the usual
Sleepwalkers
Hash dealers
Aimless loafers
Poor streetwalkers
Late drunkards who piss their life
In dark corners
I told you
The same Athens that has been here
Thousands of years ago
* * *
Another day coming thru the dawn’s crack
Circles of blue smoke
Neat and beautiful
A dead singer’s voice coming
Thru radio waves
About a North African hopeless
And fruitless love
Stands still in the middle of the air
A prisoner sings to the tune of
His cell’s bars
whistling in the wind
Challenging turns and spoils of time
The same sidewalks
Charged with arrogance
Wrangling
Trying to denerve time
Breaking light’s rays in half
Open the door for the movable feast to come in
From the split of time
Athens soaked in rain and smoke
And a smell of temporary
And short-ephemeral joy
In the heavy stale air
Clean clouds as if right out of a washing machine
Or a new TV detergent commercial
Circles of open and clandestine grass
Encircle your lungs and brain
Deleting hope from all horizons
With a generous open hand
